<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430</id><updated>2011-09-10T21:26:54.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fevour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-8742538141025517203</id><published>2007-02-28T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:36:55.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZqSw9pSnI/AAAAAAAAALE/UDdZ3FI91J4/s1600-h/DSCN4304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036830103874128498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZqSw9pSnI/AAAAAAAAALE/UDdZ3FI91J4/s320/DSCN4304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;olour me pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZgEw9pSlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NWMeyy4WKUI/s1600-h/S3010189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036818868239682130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZgEw9pSlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NWMeyy4WKUI/s200/S3010189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Typical Chinadoll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZdEg9pShI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GX-uTz9wApc/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036815565409831442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZdEg9pShI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GX-uTz9wApc/s200/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZffQ9pSkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/IK0qPazGJyo/s1600-h/S3010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036818223994587714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZffQ9pSkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/IK0qPazGJyo/s200/S3010183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this dress screams CHINGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZdPw9pSiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aZdyro74UPc/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036815758683359778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZdPw9pSiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aZdyro74UPc/s200/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZk2w9pSmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/reDlDTzmaDs/s1600-h/S3010192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036824125279652450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZk2w9pSmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/reDlDTzmaDs/s200/S3010192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;CNY didnt turn out as bad as i thought. reunion dinner had a mind-probing start. considering your granny said this "wow, i see you've become so much fairer and fatter!" to you. depressing, really depressing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;1st ever yr we actually spent 3 days visiting, tiring stuff. but then again, anything for the red packets (: gambled a whole lot, ate a whole &lt;strong&gt;(SYF measurements are in a wk! :S)&lt;/strong&gt; and i got to do some catching up with my cousins. found out that 3 cousins are on their way to marriage, so its 3 weddings coming up! how exciting :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Party at Keith's then Beverley's on the second day. spent a lil time at keith's then went over to Beverley's. we joined into this number game that everone was alrdy playing. Beverley and Andrea being the two most blurrest had to drink the most wine. everyone got so fascinated with Bev's future room and camwhoring began. Jacinta Stefan Nat and I stayed till late, binged and had a neverending conversation. so all in all, we finished one bottle of wine and pretty much had a whole lot of fun!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Danceworks 07'! was sucha different experience from last yr's. no longer competing, just watching. sadly! ): played stupid games with the whole shopping centre staring down, normal tradition. major eyecandies, paradise for me really. dancers being dancers, went gaga over all of them. cheers and dissapointment. well what matters is still the journey, so anyhow. &lt;strong&gt;well done IJ Dance Ensemble!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;CJ dance's starting to hype up. turns out ive got to do a &lt;strong&gt;pas de deux with Martin&lt;/strong&gt;. my goodness its scary shit! almost strangled Ryan and dug my nails into his hands, HAHAHA. oops? i really need to &lt;strong&gt;get over my fear, lean back and straighten those legs damnit!&lt;/strong&gt; went to my aunt's house-warming after that with a sore back, tough stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner at East Coast with Daryl was pretty damn hilarious. &lt;strong&gt;he is such a girl i swear!&lt;/strong&gt; eating chicken wings with chopsticks, refusing to sit on the sand and getting all whiny abt sand in his slippers. i had a good laugh (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A levels results out tmw. i can alrdy feel the tension for my sister, then its my turn with posting results next tues. oh boyy, too much to handle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its time to bathe before Nat kills me so.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovelove, laterr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-8742538141025517203?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8742538141025517203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=8742538141025517203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/8742538141025517203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/8742538141025517203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/02/c-olour-me-pretty-typical-chinadoll.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/ReZqSw9pSnI/AAAAAAAAALE/UDdZ3FI91J4/s72-c/DSCN4304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-3490018235866328895</id><published>2007-02-16T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:36:56.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5Z3qNuHNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e1Xi2Ec7N-s/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5ZxKNuHMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vzCddmwFrqU/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ven when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;move along, move along just to make it through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance in CJ just doesnt feel anything like back in IJ. not to complain or anything, but it just makes me miss IJ Dance so much more. it reminds me so much of everything, but the difference is prolly the company and the sense of belonging. the nostalgia is fatal. but well, its just the beginning of everything. so i guess we'll wait and see how things go. &lt;strong&gt;To all the IJ dancers and alumni: i miss yall ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF today. J2s did the CNY dance, watched the video. cant wait to be part of all that, to dance on stage, to perform! Ryan taught new steps, a lil change of style to the moves, interesting. he seems to be in a good mood today. asshole matilda seems to love proclaiming stuff abt me, now everyone know, TSK! in all, dance was fun : D went to eat at LJS with beverley, stelli and melly. then the melly, lantern girl left. and it was down to the 3 of us to do some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;talking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, rain and bimbo bev spells DISASTER, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day was none like any of those ive had in IJ. no exchanging of sweets/chocolates/mushy notes/ flowers/ handmade loveydovey stuff. nonetheless, it was great. &lt;strong&gt;quadriple dates, weird korean cuisine&lt;/strong&gt; (which we cldnt stop spitting out), a good laugh at the food and a walk down the esplanade finished off with some &lt;strong&gt;playground talk&lt;/strong&gt;. loved every moment of it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's gonna start soon, so Dee Mel and I decided to give up the Coffeebean job. what a loss, no more working together, no more extra money $$. oh wells, there's always the free coffee and snacks to look foward to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5TnqNuHII/AAAAAAAAAIo/fuv7zQF0Wlg/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034553374258633858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5TnqNuHII/AAAAAAAAAIo/fuv7zQF0Wlg/s200/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5nTqNuHQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qi5Q3pFq6J0/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034575020893805826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5nTqNuHQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qi5Q3pFq6J0/s200/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5WQKNuHKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/y-hfZxpRz7E/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034556269066591394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5WQKNuHKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/y-hfZxpRz7E/s200/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5XPKNuHLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TMShJ68WbZY/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034557351398350002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5XPKNuHLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TMShJ68WbZY/s200/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5cbqNuHPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yPjUxCvSRsM/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034563063704853746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5cbqNuHPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yPjUxCvSRsM/s200/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5cAqNuHOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/83HzTfgN5ik/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034562599848385762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5cAqNuHOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/83HzTfgN5ik/s200/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free loading all thanks to Mr Dzaki!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOHOHO (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY's here, it feels like no biggie. maybe cos i havent been to Chinatown? i dont know. but it definitely feels different from the past yrs. no more major shopping spree, no family trips to Chinatown, nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im finally on talking terms with my sister, after sucha long time. but its worth the wait, nth beats a sister you can rely on (: the thing is, dad and i arent talking now. talk abt &lt;strong&gt;malfunctioned families&lt;/strong&gt;. great example here isnt it? friction from one to another, pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, how communication can be so complex. how someone whom you rarely only get to talk to once in a blue moon, someone so faraway can still understand you so much better than any of those you see and talk to practically everday. &lt;strong&gt;quality, not quantity- proven. &lt;/strong&gt;this is what makes true friendship so much more cherishable. thank Sonia for helping me realise all that, &lt;strong&gt;i miss that girl so damn much. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see your true colors, but why dont i love you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-3490018235866328895?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3490018235866328895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=3490018235866328895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/3490018235866328895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/3490018235866328895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/02/e-ven-when-your-hope-is-gone-move-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rd5TnqNuHII/AAAAAAAAAIo/fuv7zQF0Wlg/s72-c/DSC00389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-1028007871059274126</id><published>2007-02-11T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T09:20:57.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t all turns into a lullaby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so the results are finally out. big hoohas here and there, drama and tears. regret, excuses and what nots. there was so much more i was capable of but whats done is done. sick of hearing it? well, thats a fact. as much as i dont wanna accept it, i guess its time to get over it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to chapter 4 of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all not really ready but we dont have a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really wonder how much more you can surprise me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-1028007871059274126?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/1028007871059274126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=1028007871059274126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/1028007871059274126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/1028007871059274126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-t-all-turns-into-lullaby.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-7644989890260250091</id><published>2007-02-04T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:36:57.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcYKZs_vHLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qYPj4ZtCULQ/s1600-h/41.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027717470697233586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcYKZs_vHLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qYPj4ZtCULQ/s320/41.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've found you Ms New Booty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcrUaaNuHEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/opc9q84q_6c/s1600-h/bitch14e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029065484091137090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcrUaaNuHEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/opc9q84q_6c/s320/bitch14e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reunited with those two gorgeous babes on saturday. subway and our usual hr long talks. then a long romantic walk down to DXO with &lt;strong&gt;low fat&lt;/strong&gt; ice cream- Gelato! popped by, met some ol' IJ friends and it felt so weird there. madness how we were partying while everyone was busy mugging for prelims. and now that the stress is long gone and its time to unleash the wilderness in us, we take a step back. aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing how things can change within a yr&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just simply how things change&lt;br /&gt;fantacises me really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;im glad we had that one night together&lt;/strong&gt;. island creamery next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOH, Sexy Sunday indeed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcX4OM_vHII/AAAAAAAAAG8/iHyFWrHXyXQ/s1600-h/DSCN4152+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027697481919437954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcX4OM_vHII/AAAAAAAAAG8/iHyFWrHXyXQ/s320/DSCN4152+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those exceptional sexy sundays where Nat and i go &lt;strong&gt;absolutely mad&lt;/strong&gt;. doing our usual narcisisstic acts, had our &lt;strong&gt;Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie walk downtown&lt;/strong&gt; with out shades and pout, tried on a whole load of clothes but end up not buying any, i swear the WH staff wanted to kill us for the noise we were making and the amt of time we took to try 4 pieces of clothing. Nat was being such a BLOODY BITCH by criticising everyone that came her way. &lt;strong&gt;(beware of karma!)&lt;/strong&gt; all i did was laugh : D my goodness, totally insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, some things still remain unexcptional. like how i wasnt able to wake up for mass so nat went ahead with edmund. how i was late (as usual, yes i know) and came up with many stupid excuses which nat has to post on her blog&lt;strong&gt; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figured a whole want list with Miss BFF. i so cant wait to get my pay, not forgetting CNY which means lotsa mooolahs! &lt;em&gt;vests, suspenders, pretty dresses&lt;/em&gt;. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcX1eM_vHCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SxEnskXrxkg/s1600-h/DSCN4144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027694458262461474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcX1eM_vHCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SxEnskXrxkg/s200/DSCN4144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcX2DM_vHDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QpbEtWkGrw0/s1600-h/DSCN4156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027695093917621298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcX2DM_vHDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QpbEtWkGrw0/s200/DSCN4156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tangs to Wheelock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcX3G8_vHGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5U0aWbwu-dA/s1600-h/DSCN4161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027696257853758562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcX3G8_vHGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5U0aWbwu-dA/s200/DSCN4161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcX3ns_vHHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/s3VVXbIh_O0/s1600-h/DSCN4169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027696820494474354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcX3ns_vHHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/s3VVXbIh_O0/s200/DSCN4169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; finally WH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how we get excited over our photos, &lt;strong&gt;Natoly oh Natoly!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ended a 1 hr 40 mins phonecall with Beverley, its such an accomplishment for a non-chitchatonthephone person like me. seems like theres always one thing that never changes, &lt;strong&gt;she &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reassured me&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-7644989890260250091?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7644989890260250091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=7644989890260250091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/7644989890260250091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/7644989890260250091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-found-you-ms-new-booty.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcYKZs_vHLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qYPj4ZtCULQ/s72-c/41.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-5506257724102274778</id><published>2007-02-01T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:36:57.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcLhCs_vHBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/olwkmaEJTAA/s1600-h/Image+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026827570653371410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcLhCs_vHBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/olwkmaEJTAA/s320/Image+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello natoly, i havent seen you in a wk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So tell me princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when did you last let your heart decide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;had a wonderful time with Monkey Pal Corny Baloney ytd. trespassed Trellis Towers and went swimming, almost freezed to death in the pool and baked our fats in the sauna. did some major catching up, camwhored, visited IJ Dance and got all nostalgic. saw Miss Kwan (&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Yap&lt;/strong&gt; now hoho), discussed abt dance07'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;we miss dance so damn fking much, i love miss corny.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcLdl8_vHAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lmdv6psN4kw/s1600-h/Monkeyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026823778197249026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcLdl8_vHAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lmdv6psN4kw/s320/Monkeyyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went for the Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's Final Auditions at the Cathay. met Mindy's friend Alex there, was being interviewed with her and this other guy. what a small world! highly doubt ill get it though, considering TK thinks ill only be able to work for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, pathetic. HAHA, no wayy. but i like the Happy People Co. ): nvm, ill try again in June! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one failed audition, but another successful one! &lt;strong&gt;got through to CJ dance&lt;/strong&gt;, feels really awkward there. esp the part where Jack has to go, "what class ah!" HAHA. luckily ive got beverley, &lt;em&gt;stickwithmeeee&lt;/em&gt; (rings a bell chowchinchow?) Ryan (the dance instructor) has styles thats so difficult to comprehend i swear. first it was locking and popping kinda hiphop then atomic bomb and mushroom kinda contemp. &lt;strong&gt;hot hot hot&lt;/strong&gt;, nth like what ive done in IJ. i think/hope im coping (?) but &lt;strong&gt;im definitely lovin'it.&lt;/strong&gt; pretty uncertain abt the SYF auditions though, but like Ryan said. &lt;strong&gt;nth is impossible&lt;/strong&gt;, so lets push it people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had dinner after a gazillion yrs with eunice. cleared lots more stuff up, nth feels better than having an old friend back. (: unexplainable security really. &lt;em&gt;i dont wanna be mistaken again.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally finished the job at citibank, i think Karen knows we've been skiving. so she decided to get the mailman, Mr Forhad to bring us into the different offices to distribute the flyers on every staff's table. &lt;strong&gt;executive offices are gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt;, i must make it big in future so that ill have an office with a full glass window and a view of the gorgeous esplanade and s'pore river. i never thought s'pore was so pretty really, aha! Mr nice guy, Forhad treated us to 4 cups of 10cents paper cup drinks, stole sweets from meeting rooms for us, helped to give out flyers and delayed his lunch hr for us. &lt;strong&gt;we'll miss him ): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so now im back to the, i have no job and &lt;strong&gt;ill slack at home getting depressed&lt;/strong&gt; kinda life. i hate it, sucks balls. well, fate decides. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see lotsa ): faces in this post, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why oh why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank god for the one in a million late night conversation i had with him last night, stuff like that makes you feel loved (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-5506257724102274778?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5506257724102274778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=5506257724102274778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/5506257724102274778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/5506257724102274778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-natoly-i-havent-seen-you-in-wk-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/RcLhCs_vHBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/olwkmaEJTAA/s72-c/Image+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-8089133327942158562</id><published>2007-01-29T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:37:01.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb8Ei8_vG_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/DpLFPOBKPCc/s1600-h/DSC00431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025740707704282098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb8Ei8_vG_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/DpLFPOBKPCc/s320/DSC00431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it bleed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY JACINTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;legal for the thing she hates most now, &lt;em&gt;cigarettes &lt;/em&gt;hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant believe we're all turning so old, its scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ill forever be the baby amongst them, because ill forever be one yr younger. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7Q0M_vGiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RF_xBalo98/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025683829452380706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7Q0M_vGiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5RF_xBalo98/s400/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7SX8_vGoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oQ-s-Ilpt4U/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025685543144331906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7SX8_vGoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oQ-s-Ilpt4U/s200/DSC00274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7Sj8_vGpI/AAAAAAAAABE/TS1wI9TXzUY/s1600-h/P1040750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025685749302762130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7Sj8_vGpI/AAAAAAAAABE/TS1wI9TXzUY/s200/P1040750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7S6M_vGqI/AAAAAAAAABM/b3_uU4G2uHs/s1600-h/P1040689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025686131554851490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7S6M_vGqI/AAAAAAAAABM/b3_uU4G2uHs/s200/P1040689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7R6c_vGmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cU4W0uRgQkE/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025685036338190946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7R6c_vGmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cU4W0uRgQkE/s200/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7RiM_vGlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xy3DrZQ-8Bs/s1600-h/P1040726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025684619726363218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7RiM_vGlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xy3DrZQ-8Bs/s200/P1040726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7SRM_vGnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PicGPaE7uk0/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025685427180214898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7SRM_vGnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PicGPaE7uk0/s200/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7RGM_vGjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KLrO48OljYY/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025684138690026034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7RGM_vGjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KLrO48OljYY/s200/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025684443632704066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7RX8_vGkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jHf4xRrPZak/s200/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent the morning camwhoring, watching two scandalous couples in bed while stef and i found means and ways to keep oursleves entertained. thank god for Ricola, Rittersport and webcam. had a fulfilling lunch and a very sweeeet chocolate cake which said " happy birthday &lt;strong&gt;sweetie pie&lt;/strong&gt; jacinta" HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i took a very short nap which wasnt satisfying at all and got down to the airpot with nat to send jo off. &lt;strong&gt;no tears, no dramamama this time&lt;/strong&gt;. maybe we're all actually getting used to this, which is not a bad thing really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7Xp8_vGrI/AAAAAAAAABU/9JyrmnHZfj8/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025691349940116146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7Xp8_vGrI/AAAAAAAAABU/9JyrmnHZfj8/s400/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7X7s_vGtI/AAAAAAAAABk/vZJ9unAbnNQ/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025691654882794194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7X7s_vGtI/AAAAAAAAABk/vZJ9unAbnNQ/s200/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025691775141878498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7YCs_vGuI/AAAAAAAAABs/bunxQh7Wv-U/s200/DSC00283.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess we'll be seeing them only in March ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7XzM_vGsI/AAAAAAAAABc/M1hES-NVh_w/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025691508853906114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7XzM_vGsI/AAAAAAAAABc/M1hES-NVh_w/s200/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7YbM_vGvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hsmACZ7m4I8/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025692196048673522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7YbM_vGvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hsmACZ7m4I8/s200/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7Yp8_vGwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ToCdK_ulC-8/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025692449451744002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7Yp8_vGwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ToCdK_ulC-8/s200/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7Y7s_vGyI/AAAAAAAAACM/2T1RYuvVMs8/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025692754394422050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7Y7s_vGyI/AAAAAAAAACM/2T1RYuvVMs8/s200/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7YzM_vGxI/AAAAAAAAACE/eCgjvZV4R5w/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;working with dee is fun : D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7ems_vGzI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZaZj--5V3F4/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025698990686935858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7ems_vGzI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZaZj--5V3F4/s200/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7gX8_vG0I/AAAAAAAAACc/qZG7CPcYM6k/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025700936307120962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7gX8_vG0I/AAAAAAAAACc/qZG7CPcYM6k/s200/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7h08_vG2I/AAAAAAAAACs/ilt3Uya9me4/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025702534034955106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7h08_vG2I/AAAAAAAAACs/ilt3Uya9me4/s200/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7lvM_vG5I/AAAAAAAAADE/vE97nXuT2RU/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025706833297218450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7lvM_vG5I/AAAAAAAAADE/vE97nXuT2RU/s200/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slacking at BK makes you grow fat!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7m0c_vG7I/AAAAAAAAADU/pGULzumwSMo/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025708023003159474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7m0c_vG7I/AAAAAAAAADU/pGULzumwSMo/s200/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7mq8_vG6I/AAAAAAAAADM/6j_MaVuMhw4/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025707859794402210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7mq8_vG6I/AAAAAAAAADM/6j_MaVuMhw4/s200/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7ktc_vG3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lipdm-vDCfU/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025705703720819570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7ktc_vG3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lipdm-vDCfU/s200/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7lSM_vG4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/6EtD6KxAxhU/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025706335081012098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7lSM_vG4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/6EtD6KxAxhU/s200/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7noM_vG8I/AAAAAAAAADc/CzkDOu03dNw/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025708912061389762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb7noM_vG8I/AAAAAAAAADc/CzkDOu03dNw/s200/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb70s8_vG9I/AAAAAAAAADk/Z7GayH6CYyU/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025723287316929490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb70s8_vG9I/AAAAAAAAADk/Z7GayH6CYyU/s200/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im supposed to be at the gym now, but nooo. and worst, im eating and eating. this is bad, i need that body man. how how how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shld get off the com, hopefully ill make it to the gym. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will, i must! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-8089133327942158562?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8089133327942158562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=8089133327942158562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/8089133327942158562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/8089133327942158562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-18th-birthday-jacinta-legal-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxXgZeDSDFk/Rb8Ei8_vG_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/DpLFPOBKPCc/s72-c/DSC00431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116986985285417186</id><published>2007-01-26T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:50:52.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello hello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im at jacinta's blogging with her com now. woke up at an unearthly hr of 9am to come for her "birthday party" while that pig was still sleeping. im just waiting for good food while munching on the Rittersport Cornflakes she gave me. after seeing jacinta's room for the 2nd time, and looking at the amt of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; stuff she has. i have concluded that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACINTA IS A BIMBO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA, yknow. im just really bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lovelove, later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116986985285417186?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116986985285417186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116986985285417186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116986985285417186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116986985285417186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116944554490355574</id><published>2007-01-21T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:15:12.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/265752/DSC000631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/6927/DSC000631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just so you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nat's sexy tapered grey jeans (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/783977/DSC00255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/55424/DSC00255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/222080/DSC00230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/220571/DSC00230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaun Anthony's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/959514/DSC00235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/43657/DSC00235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/565810/DSC00233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/246687/DSC00233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/467033/DSC00234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/290571/DSC00234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/459531/DSC00217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/260308/DSC00217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/631311/DSC00231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/148400/DSC00231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half-naked boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/649063/DSC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/30429/DSC00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/633248/DSC00150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/109689/DSC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/9821/DSC00154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/827930/DSC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/469916/DSC00152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/846412/DSC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/408094/DSC00147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/100944/DSC00236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/224922/DSC00236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/690038/DSC00225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/960731/DSC00225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/905505/DSC00226.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/221109/DSC00238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/756057/DSC00238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/985169/DSC00232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/702615/DSC00232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The usual Sexy Sundays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/132940/DSC00241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/838879/DSC00241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/784549/DSC00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/417611/DSC00251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/45289/DSC00250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/345530/DSC00250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/994293/DSC00249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/246666/DSC00249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/198712/DSC00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/752987/DSC00256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/892751/DSC00254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/264724/DSC00254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/265556/DSC00240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/525295/DSC00240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/76320/DSC00242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/820433/DSC00242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/962584/DSC00246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/956509/DSC00246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/336381/DSC00244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/278646/DSC00244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; Latenight Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/139045/DSC00204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/764757/DSCN3931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/853997/DSCN3931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/184552/DSC00213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/534637/DSC00213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/620011/DSC00212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/96674/DSC00212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/600350/DSC00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/630999/DSC00203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/382055/DSC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/346394/DSC00209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/546115/DSC00208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/89083/DSC00208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all seems a routine now, the latenight fridays and sexy sundays, bunch of girl/guy friends. i love it this way. all i need is A BLOODY JOB now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, i actually do have a job. for 3 days and &amp;amp; 7 bucks an hr, not bad really. started work ytd at Citibank in Millenia Towers. pasting posters and giving out flyers + slacking at burger king. chicken cheesesticks! boring stuff but its all been good with Deeee :D "Biometrics, the answer is clear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! i need more of a permanant yet part time job. i wanna work at Mphosis/ Forever 21/ Diva damnit! been going ard filling in forms and getting interviewed. we'll just wait and see. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room's revamped again. this is so fun, moving furniture ard and packing stuff. im too free boyy, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cj dance auditions later on at 230. ill pray and hope. please, just this one wish! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove, later! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116944554490355574?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116944554490355574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116944554490355574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116944554490355574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116944554490355574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-so-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116901136602038747</id><published>2007-01-16T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:22:46.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/388667/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/799816/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ant fight this feeling anymore.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;was it really neccessary to wake me up so late at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;talk to me abt things i barely even understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe the generation gap is actually widening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because i dont feel the closeness to you like i had before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you said i broke your heart and i was a dissapointment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MY heart broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been bumming ard everyday, just slacking. its not that i hate it, waking up late, free and easy to meet anyone as and when, why not really. but it makes me feel useless, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like a rotting potato sack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (HAHA ?!) and worst of all, my dad has to rub it in. give me a break, &lt;strong&gt;please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/89348/DSC00205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/233135/DSC00205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stone stone stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/329062/DSC00197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/840232/DSC00197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/792762/DSC00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/778619/DSC00202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat in her long pinafore. HAHAHA. sexy jo, phweeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/923374/DSC00207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/698029/DSC00207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/537780/DSC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/614765/DSC00200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i spend my days waiting for B&amp;amp;Js to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sth very hilarious happened today, im so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;-receives a phonecall.&lt;br /&gt;CALLER: hello goodafternoon.&lt;br /&gt;ME: yeahh, goodafternoon.&lt;br /&gt;CALLER: this is.. (i cldnt hear a single shit cos the person was mumbling)&lt;br /&gt;ME: pardon? (starts speaking in a very formal manner)&lt;br /&gt;CALLER: this is.. (repeats himself all over again) .. financial planning?!&lt;br /&gt;ME: im sorry but i dont really get you.&lt;br /&gt;-pause for a moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i think to myself, financial planning? isnt that what daryl's working as?)&lt;br /&gt;ME: OH SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;daryl jeremiah loh burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE, HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO EXERCISE. ive been eating macs almost everyday, yeah beverley? all the fats are accumulating, &lt;strong&gt;i dont wanna become super-sized me&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/394483/DSC00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/638901/DSC00106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where're you DEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to be running now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOME CLUB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/563973/DSC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/22327/DSC00061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/826962/DSC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/435034/DSC00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/962729/DSC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/683584/DSC00055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/130274/DSC00050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/930857/DSC00050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nat Morgan's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/758674/s640x4802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/123145/s640x4802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/717850/s640x4803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/213909/s640x4803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;X'mas party at Nat's&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/781669/832286830l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/22324/832286830l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/923339/P1080425.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/244715/P1080493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/691439/P1080493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/763524/P1080474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/125583/P1080474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/604894/P1080428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/353284/P1080428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/152560/P1080472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/109450/P1080472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last look at his hair, then chopchopchop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/947560/DSC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/498785/DSC00082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/638566/DSC00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/812599/DSC00083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wash and finally, TADA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/816400/DSC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/164456/DSC00084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/193857/DSC00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/708532/DSC00087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOHOHO : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116901136602038747?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116901136602038747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116901136602038747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116901136602038747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116901136602038747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-fight-this-feeling-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116884095731613626</id><published>2007-01-14T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:09:58.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/747147/DSC00062%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/997038/DSC00062%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he end's not near.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems very blurry nowadays. not literally of course, but i dont seem to be clear of whats going on anymore. like im living my life in a rush. i dont have the motivation to do anything now, i guess its laziness. but. somehow it just doesnt seem that simple, maybe im just making things complicated. &lt;strong&gt;ive become sucha slack&lt;/strong&gt;, this is bad. okay, enough of randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELL, HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ive finally quit sch&lt;/strong&gt;, YAY. definitely gonna miss my OG grp, ning, kim and co. also of course, going to sch with lings. i guess these are just the things ive to let go of when i made my decision. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad, but true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lets hope ben&amp;jerrys takes me, or at least i get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/23895/DSC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/392860/DSC00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/879626/DSC00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/418419/DSC00122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace &amp;amp; Calsia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/199967/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A night to remember (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/929320/DSC00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/664764/DSC00114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/470067/DSC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/297378/DSC00117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARYL JEREMIAH LOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/632266/161965128l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/162050/161965128l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/400/347596/161965128l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/197426/DSC00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/987439/DSC00179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/513686/DSC00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/90129/DSC00180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/599328/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/782145/DSC00181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/485651/611108869l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/555142/611108869l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/299141/DSC00182.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/578426/DSC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/377856/DSC00178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/572858/DSC00182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/97959/DSC00182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund, Orry and I surprised Daryl on his birthday. arrived at 12 am at his doorstep, with that dog shirt and melting Ben&amp;Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie (: plus a candle on top. being asses, the horny boys gave Daryl an &lt;strong&gt;oh so kinky&lt;/strong&gt; present and made him TRY it. HAHAHA. and that was just &lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt; of his surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt; was at The Cage on saturday. &lt;strong&gt;birthday cake and unexpected guests.&lt;/strong&gt; the girls were itching so badly for some game time while watching the guys play. well, Nat Nic and I did get 5 mins on the plastic grass. then smarty pants Andrea decided to smear cream on the birthday boy and a &lt;strong&gt;cake fight&lt;/strong&gt; started. fun, but gross. managed to convince Nat's mom, then Nat Andrea Jaime and I headed down to Daryl's for the drinking party. &lt;strong&gt;pizza, baileys shots, redbull&amp;amp;vodka mandarin&lt;/strong&gt;, these evil stuff got us sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orientation 07'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/791782/DSC00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/400/520531/DSC00173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IJ DANCE ENSEMBLE &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/755221/DSC00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/692056/DSC00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/522693/DSC00149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/676265/DSC00149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/566941/DSC00169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/188766/DSC00169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/923158/DSC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/490133/DSC00167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/342740/DSC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/467139/DSC00154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/499192/DSC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/766357/DSC00152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/129587/DSC00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/820129/DSC00160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/660878/DSC00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/686414/DSC00172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/103388/DSC00168%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/828497/DSC00168%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/184452/DSC00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/109440/DSC00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/906408/DSC00157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/159022/DSC00157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/741817/DSC00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/927951/DSC00166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They make me miss school all over again ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance was great, keep it going guys. Ill be back to visit again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Friday Nights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/484881/DSC00126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/439773/DSC00126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/55225/DSC00128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/202884/DSC00128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/884238/DSC00137.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/626314/DSC00139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/199986/DSC00139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/561123/DSC00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/11475/DSC00142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/609979/DSC00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/637976/DSC00144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/37809/DSC00127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/600304/DSC00127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/688985/DSC00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/801193/DSC00129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/525000/DSC00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/400/920380/DSC00146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's finally some color to my posts.&lt;br /&gt;Aiight now, im off to my favourite hangout, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MACS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVE, LATER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116884095731613626?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116884095731613626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116884095731613626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116884095731613626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116884095731613626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/01/ends-not-near.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116806075354657710</id><published>2007-01-05T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:23:21.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life: A Beauty Contest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ive given up on uploading pictures on blogger. the connection just sucks. by the time i finish blogging, it'll be 10 yrs later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;so SRJC isnt as bad as i thought, well besides being &lt;strong&gt;cheena infested&lt;/strong&gt;, its not all that bad really. &lt;strong&gt;my OG leader's pretty cute!&lt;/strong&gt; eyecandy, thats a bonus (: but im still contemplating if i shld stay or work. this sch might be aiight, but its just not right for me. i mean, where's the IJ spirit man? IN CJ, thats the answer ): &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh brother paul, pls call!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;i never knew leaving IJ wld be so difficult. but i guess it taking a toll on me now, sets you in depression really. you can never find somewhere else the same, treasure what yall have now fellow ijians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss being able to wake up at 7 and still make it to school on time. the feeling of being so at home even in school. the security that you'll never be lonely. the morning prayers and masses.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i just miss IJ. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;its like round #2 of farewells. goodbye to partying, hanging out every day &amp;amp; night and sleeping at 6 in the morning. &lt;strong&gt;why does all good things always have to come to an end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;aiight this post is making me go all emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new yr's resolution: &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT BE LATE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shld get ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;LATER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116806075354657710?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116806075354657710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116806075354657710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116806075354657710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116806075354657710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-beauty-contest.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116754459173416076</id><published>2006-12-30T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:58:57.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 12.45 in the afternoon and im surprised im at home and awake! these opportunities come rarely nowadays, its been sleeping through the morning/afternoons and going out at night. my sleeping cycle has been turned &lt;em&gt;upside down&lt;/em&gt;, so getting up for sch next yr wld be a real headache boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sch, im pretty much school-less now.&lt;strong&gt; CJ doesnt want me ):&lt;/strong&gt; so i guess its off to work for first 6 weeks, maybe B&amp;Js? sounds pretty exciting to me. to all the CJ dancers, hopefully ill see yall after 6 wks, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;hahahaha,&lt;/em&gt; you get my joke yeah? ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life after my last post has been, hmm. really packed i'd say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/437654/DSCN3037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/491397/DSCN3037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/681969/DSCN3046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/243587/DSCN3046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/918201/DSCN3060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/799776/DSCN3060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/129186/DSCN3035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/41725/DSCN3035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/504851/DSCN3072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/317100/DSCN3072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/18847/IMG_0070_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/569691/IMG_0070_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/468048/DSCN3065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/49119/DSCN3065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/439021/DSCN3066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/403480/DSCN3066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/827981/DSCN3038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/258152/DSCN3038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/807540/DSCN3059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/901526/DSCN3059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/920493/DSCN3027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/526415/DSCN3027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/312634/DSCN3031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/631685/DSCN3031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vintage @ Attica.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;there wasnt really a dresscode, but us being girls, ij girls, decided to be fun and go vintage. dressed up and camwhored a whole lot. vintage is a pretty place, but at the end of the day. the company was still the best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/577478/DSC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/487937/DSC00072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/667095/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/311791/DSC00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/260067/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/320651/DSC00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/172704/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/407104/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/51612/DSC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/817016/DSC00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/652247/DSC00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/764287/DSC00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/643749/DSC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/826078/DSC00018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/861441/DSC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/687877/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/66662/DSC00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/781164/DSC00073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/858133/DSC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/137418/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/796886/DSC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/137246/DSC00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sweet Sixteen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was wayy more than sweet. celebrated my birthday with &lt;strong&gt;The Five&lt;/strong&gt;, got surprised with my favourite &lt;strong&gt;dublin mudslide ice cream cake&lt;/strong&gt; at the B&amp;Js at raffles then dinner at fish &amp;amp; co where i was made to stand on the chair (which i didnt) and the staff rapped a birthday song and gave me sparklers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/943797/DSC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/432414/DSC00092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/898645/DSC00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/216200/DSC00087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/666923/DSC00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/728290/DSC00085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the silly boy had this whole surprise planned on the 23rd as a &lt;strong&gt;birthday + christmas celebration&lt;/strong&gt;. the steak, the champagne, the bouquet, the gift. well, what more cld i ask for? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/461903/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/400/203080/xmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/663325/DSCN3164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/618197/DSCN3164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/789885/PC250034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/923386/PC250034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/872930/DSCN3118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/311333/DSCN3118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/489687/DSCN3133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/521307/DSCN3133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/931121/DSCN3107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/447226/DSCN3107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/809602/DSCN3126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/966113/DSCN3126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/955925/DSCN3174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/186202/DSCN3174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/776360/DSCN3173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/986243/DSCN3173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terrorist / Singh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/506741/DSCN3176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/710244/DSCN3176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/510563/DSCN3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/963742/DSCN3175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pirate / Seductress? HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/736421/DSCN3138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/140453/DSCN3138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/445774/DSCN3142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/839484/DSCN3142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/588766/mabel%20n%20shaun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/83283/mabel%20n%20shaun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/547456/DSCN3114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/466084/DSCN3114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/60236/DSCN3119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/864983/DSCN3119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/851756/DSCN3124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/620684/DSCN3124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was indeed &lt;strong&gt;very merry&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to the company. its wasnt anything like a big foam party with a hundred over people. but just &lt;strong&gt;me nat chris and nic&lt;/strong&gt;, with baileys and coffee, christmas carols, our very own christmas countdown and sweet lil notes handwritten by mr hendricks. which then proceeded to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screaming at the top of our lungs and dancing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at the void decks. i guess we got high on our x'mas depression. spent the first few hrs of christmas with my favouritest then off to bed till evening where my family started preparing for our usual party. the three families gathered at my house, had a bellydancing showcase and good food. so well, it was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the week was filled with one christmas party after another, chris, shaun, mel then nat. exchanging of xmas presents, &lt;strong&gt;alcohol + blasting music = our very own house clubbing party&lt;/strong&gt; and of course, nice homecooked food (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/15847/315374245l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/439001/315374245l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/697750/315374245l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/897817/PC290085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/669610/PC290085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/947158/PC290059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/173104/PC290059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/367197/PC290152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/353969/PC290152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/618920/PC290139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/200/337559/PC290139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flaunt @ momo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, where we were hobos at Vivo City and spent the whole morning playing childhood games to keep ourselves awake. so we've found a new hideout for our early mornings, but sadly. the hols have come to an end, i guess we'll hafta wait for the next hols then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its new yrs eve today, this wld sound really cliche but seriously. this yr's gone by too quickly. &lt;em&gt;regrets, heartbreaks, goodbyes and whatnots&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;2006 has probably been the most happening yr ever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised every yr you make new friends, then the old ones somehow or rather drift away. i really hate this vicious cycle, so my first new yr's resolution wld be that &lt;strong&gt;ill not drift away from the ones im close to now.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, ill stick to that (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid connection is really pissing me off. i guess ill upload photos some other time, rahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello 2007 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116754459173416076?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116754459173416076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116754459173416076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116754459173416076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116754459173416076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-darkness-turns-to-light-it-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116650763193988212</id><published>2006-12-18T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:10:19.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paying in Naivety&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN EMILL! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone's probably alrdy turned 16.&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised ytd that my birthday's on &lt;em&gt;friday&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i dont really feel like growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna be a toysrus kid!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday, 151206&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/955592/DSCN3009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/219928/DSCN3006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/599749/DSCN3017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone hid in that small bbq hut waiting for emill to arrive. nat nicole w. nicole t. and mel were trying to surprise her, but didnt wanna get expose. so they looked like spastic lil kids! HAHA. so yes, surprise surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had bottles and bottles of alcohol but hardly drank any cos i was sick. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bombay was the bomb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i swear, got emill and bosco dead drunk, a whole lot of others high. while me jaime nicole w. and andrea had fun laughing at all of them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got chased out of the condo by the security guards, so we left for the playground. &lt;em&gt;dramamama&lt;/em&gt; happened. hit my head on the lamppost, felt quite stupid. but, its all good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to nicole t's house afterawhile. too many drunk people to handle! edmund was high and he had 4 girls taking care of him. &lt;em&gt;pimpin' huh&lt;/em&gt;, HAHA. nicole t's room was filled with people puking all over the floor and her bed, the whole room smelt of decayed matter, yucks! poor nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday, 161206&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for jaime's house in the morning, had our usual talk then we went to visit shaunna the sick child. silly dude, &lt;em&gt;club club &amp; club&lt;/em&gt;, ended up falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, my cocked up phone cldnt tell me the correct time. so i ended up meeting jea really really late. im so sorry bitch! both didnt feel like eating so we sat at our usual cokeredlounge and talked. got an update from her oh so interesting life and what nots. its good seeing her after so long, &lt;strong&gt;missed you bitch! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday, 171206&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/261003/DSCN3020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet nat for mass at 10, woke up super late and missed both sessions. SORRY BFF! ended up going to little india to thread our eyebrows. went to the first beauty parlour we cld find, and the next thing we knew, we were being threaded. HAHA, everything happened so quickly. so now finally me and nat have &lt;strong&gt;nice threaded eyebrows (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got downtown, keke came, went for the mango sale again. picked out this really sexy black top for nat, finally an XS. fit her perfectly so i got it as her &lt;em&gt;wayyyy&lt;/em&gt; belated birthday present. &lt;strong&gt;hope you liked it BFF (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke wanted to go to dorothy perkins so we headed down to marina sq. that gayass bought a sweater from there! comtemplated for a &lt;em&gt;size 16 or 18,&lt;/em&gt; felt like i was shopping with one of my girlfriends. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to risen christ for mass, met jaime and khym then we all ( plus nat and keith ) went for orry's gig. no wait, actually we listened to the music from outside. didnt wanna pay that 10 bucks for it, hoho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JO'S FINALLY BACK!&lt;/strong&gt; daryl accompanied me on the looooong bus ride, was supposed to meet her at the airport but i missed her damnit. so we all (the other 4) went down to her house. met nana and ingrid after sucha long time! nana is still ohsoadorable (: &lt;strong&gt;jo bought me my favourite necklace from diva, i love you jo :D&lt;/strong&gt; had our lil catching up talk, then we all left for home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday; 181206&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;revamped my room!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;dismantled &lt;/em&gt;one bed and finally my room's bigger, hohoho. it was chaos in my bedroom i swear, rushing to clean up the mess before daddy comes home. did some sister to sister bonding, &lt;em&gt;fun fun fun&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;met dearest scandal gwen for some heart to heart talk. so well bottomline; &lt;em&gt;dont trust people so easily.&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; yess, &lt;strong&gt;i love that girl&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is indeed a very updated post, well enjoy people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gdnight (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116650763193988212?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116650763193988212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116650763193988212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116650763193988212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116650763193988212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/12/paying-in-naivety-happy-sweet-sixteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116617533626844784</id><published>2006-12-15T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T01:41:52.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth &amp; Lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Choose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just woke up from a&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hrs nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a fever last night, but after all that sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess i shld be fine enough to go out right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh heck it&lt;/em&gt;, im going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i missed ryan conferido's class! ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to fetch keith from the airport last night, but mom &amp;amp; dad &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ordered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me to go home. i think ive been pushing my limits too much, tsktsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat came over at 5+, left the house at 7 and got downtown. desperately tried to get edmund's attention at The Marriot cafe for nat's 20 bucks, seems he was too busy serving people and clearing tables. bloody black guy in suit, manager or sth (?) stared at us like we were &lt;em&gt;terrorists&lt;/em&gt;. then edmund finally got his friend to pass us the money, so we left to kill more time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go threading, &lt;em&gt;but it was closed&lt;/em&gt;. wanted to go to little india &lt;em&gt;but we were too lazy&lt;/em&gt;. ended up at long johns in fareast eating our favourite cheese sausages. went back to Marriot's to wait for edmund, people watched. &lt;em&gt;flowy skirt, sexy top, jacket, pretty hair and a bagpack (?!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fashion disaster boyy!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited so damn long for that boy, then we realised he was the ah beng lookalike smoking outside. the pose, the cigarette, the hair, the berms, the slippers. &lt;strong&gt;AH BENG LA,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, daryl and i got bombarded by orry and shaun on the phone.&lt;em&gt; assholes assholes!&lt;/em&gt; a whole lot of commotion. but! its all settled, &lt;strong&gt;everyone lived happily ever after (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight, im off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont wanna be late again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LATERR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116617533626844784?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116617533626844784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116617533626844784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116617533626844784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116617533626844784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/12/truth-dad-ordered-me-to-go-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116602392291858073</id><published>2006-12-13T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T07:48:04.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;remonitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel pretty screwed up nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;late nights then super early mornings and what nots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cold never seems to be recovering and headaches are &lt;em&gt;forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank god there's &lt;strong&gt;yellow label lipton tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all time favourite (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met nat and went to look for beverleyy at Ben&amp;Jerrys. everyone's wondering, whoaa. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bimbo bev can work? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;turns out her job is easy feat (&lt;em&gt;oops?&lt;/em&gt; HAHA) , slack and eat icecream. B&amp;amp;J's icecream! i shld've just worked there damnitttt. and she told me &lt;strong&gt;Dublin Mudslide is gonna stop production in the US soon, &lt;em&gt;noooooo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so she's gonna order a cake made out of that for my sweet sixteen, yay! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;russell came too, talked and laughed a hell lot. ate yummy tako balls thing + icecream! mmmhmm. waited for bev to finished work then we headed downtown. went to borders cos nat and bev felt like being &lt;em&gt;pests, tsktsktsk.&lt;/em&gt; lazyass bev was dying to go home to watch The OC, leaving just me and nat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, &lt;strong&gt;nat has the paranoia disease&lt;/strong&gt;. she changed into her top, black leggings, heels + ahlian polkadot hairband and she felt so outrageous she cldnt stop squealing. well, i had fun teasing her abt how everyone was checking her out (it was all bullshit, HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shaunna and jaime, waited for edmund to finish work at The Marriot. camwhored with jaime a whole lot cause we almost died of boredom. finally the guys were done with pool and edmund was done with work and we got down to zouk. guys went to drink, but me shaunna jaime nat bryan shaun and his friend decided to head for the party straight instead. &lt;em&gt;bad choice, it sucked. &lt;/em&gt;so we joined the guys at GreatWorldCity for some drinks but those asses finished almost everything. shaunna was hogging the cup so melvin had to concoct the drinks in our mouths. but hey, it tasted good (: journey back to zouk was hilarious boyy, guys all high and mad. funny sight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zouk sucked, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no atmosphere, no danceable music, no mood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. but! there was company, thats probably the only thing that was enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got into a cab after the party, wanted to head down to 848 for supper. but we realised we had no $$ for the ride, so it was a whole lot of banging on the window screen and the guys shouting for the taxidriver to stop. &lt;em&gt;hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;848 is simply &lt;strong&gt;g r o s s.&lt;/strong&gt; cockroaches, flying ones, lizards, cats and rats &lt;em&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; brought out the feminine side of men, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL WIMPS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(HAHA). screaming and jumping onto their seats at 4 am in the morning, my goodness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone left after, so me shaunna nat and jaime went over to daryl's cause we cldnt stand staying at 848 for another second. ended up watching The Grudge, &lt;em&gt;daryl screamed!&lt;/em&gt; hohoho, and nat really looks like the girl in the movie with her super huge eyes. scary! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie ended, went to jaime's. had our &lt;strong&gt;heart to heart talk (:&lt;/strong&gt; and watched dance night on video. was supposed to go for Ryan and Melody's but fell asleep at home instead. guess what, &lt;em&gt;i woke up with March the black cat right next to me, i was the only one at home and all the lights were off.&lt;/em&gt; WONDERFUL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that was last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not for Ms Beverley Matilda Chow, i wldnt have realised that.. &lt;strong&gt;im getting my posting results tmw!&lt;/strong&gt; she's getting me all ready to head down to CJ to appeal, i really hope i get it boyy. ohwells, we'll see. oh what wld i do without you &lt;em&gt;beverleyyyy!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow whatt, im too longwinded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enoughhh said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gdnight all (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116602392291858073?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116602392291858073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116602392291858073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116602392291858073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116602392291858073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/12/premonitions-i-feel-pretty-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116589797309264505</id><published>2006-12-11T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:21:59.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10122006 (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/771193/DSCN2915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/196227/DSCN2915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SURGE @ MOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/853078/DSC00272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/433721/DSC00272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/162353/CIMG1861-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/82907/CIMG1861-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/49016/CIMG1860-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/910982/CIMG1860-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/617730/121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/910256/121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;SFX CONFIRMATION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/493623/DSCN2252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/250963/DSCN2252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/747861/DSCN2247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/4806/DSCN2247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/25804/DSCN2244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/684956/DSCN2244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SDVP CONFIRMATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/549248/DSCN2376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/282782/DSCN2389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/617210/DSCN2389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/950257/DSCN2351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/890094/DSCN2351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/183999/DSCN2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/532808/DSCN2337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REVOLTAGE DINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/388167/PB280301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/560819/PB280301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/956229/PB280300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/906970/PB280300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NAT'S SWEET SIXTEEN SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/965208/DSCN1213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/598862/DSCN1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/500708/DSCN1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/732944/DSCN1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/311266/DSCN1258.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NAT'S BRITHDAY WITH THE COOLSHITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/625920/DSCN1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/121626/DSCN1431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/109975/DSCN1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/899389/DSCN1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JAIME'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/784530/DSCN0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/135540/DSCN0929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/565740/james"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/836576/james%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/793333/DSCN0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/538765/DSCN0974.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/935902/DSCN1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/13676/DSCN1563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/650063/DSCN1558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/866338/DSCN1558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/406084/DSCN1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/257667/DSCN1556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/551121/DSCN1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/534480/DSCN1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/172389/DSCN1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/584378/DSCN1546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;THE ARRANT END @ GASHAUS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/666150/DSCN1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/939062/DSCN1169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/566633/DSCN1157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/409493/DSCN1157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRINKING @ EUNICE'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/687390/DSCN0752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COOLSHITS SLUMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/696107/DSCN2719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/113666/DSCN2719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/481670/DSCN2694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/550979/DSCN2694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COOLSHITS @ CAFECARTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/762609/DSCN2600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/721359/DSCN2600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MISSES ):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/955847/DSCN2233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;boy at Wales&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/490259/mapelbev.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/123444/mapelbev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Ben&amp;jerry's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/452394/ee7e598b.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/875043/ee7e598b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bloody Bitches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Chris, i found all these pictures of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/1600/890074/HELLO%20CHRIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3371/366/320/353788/HELLO%20CHRIS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shld really stick to blogging daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos i cant remember shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STM you see, damnit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its 11 plus now, i cant believe im awake! whoaaa, i dont think i can survive tonight. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAM's performance at EA was &lt;strong&gt;simply sizzling hott!&lt;/strong&gt; except for the &lt;em&gt;many parts where i forgot my steps&lt;/em&gt;, its all good (: sadly, the people there were party poopers. no hot guys, only boring people. everyone just sat there and stoned, JAM was probably the only thing alive. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHECK US OUT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited keisha's mom's restaurant at jalan kayu- SPIZZA. nadine works there too, and boyy. the lasagna's goooood (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally went for mass on sunday with nat. &lt;em&gt;tsktsk, we've sinned so much.&lt;/em&gt; confession time! went to have far east chicken rice after that, bumped into everyone there. jaime shaunna daryl edmund orry bryan. shaunna swinged me and nat like she never saw us in 10 yrs, silly boy. i got a shock of my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then some very sweet stuff happened at a very illegal looking bridge, but! i wont elaborate. (((((((: &lt;/em&gt;contemplated whether to watch stupid show- Happy Feet or a horror movie. guess what, we watched &lt;strong&gt;The Nativity Story.&lt;/strong&gt; so now we know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary is impt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; im enlightened, hoho. smarty pants shaunna actually managed to sneak nutfart into the theatre, she's good. played pool at cine after that. got trashed &lt;em&gt;twice &lt;/em&gt;by mr daryl loh. damnit damnit, i need to practice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rented movies and went over to daryl's house ytd. finally watched John Tucker and i agree, all men like him shld die! mwahahah. &lt;em&gt;heard that edmund?&lt;/em&gt; : D Date Movie is the funniest and most gruesome show ever i swear. being the cowards we were we chickened out on The Grudge before it even started. HAHA, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl is a wimp!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been reunions and more reunions lately. cldnt make it for rat's wedding cos of JAM. met up with izza prems and al after that though. the usuals, &lt;em&gt;bitch gossip laugh.&lt;/em&gt; just like IJ girls (: our conversation on the way to the station was abt flashers. and boyy, we talk &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dirrrrrty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; peircings, blood, rust and a whole lot of funny stuff, &lt;em&gt;hahahahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our Primary 6 Rose reunion too, finally met Anne after 4 yrs! planned another one, ice skating then bbq at nasha's. ooh, i cant wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be bathing now&lt;br /&gt;nat's probably done alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;hoho, im so dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you've got me spinnin', uhhuhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116589797309264505?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116589797309264505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116589797309264505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116589797309264505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116589797309264505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/12/10122006.html' title='10122006 (:'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116548962620529426</id><published>2006-12-06T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T03:31:20.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;M HOME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hongkong was the bomb baby!&lt;/strong&gt; shopping, dimsum, camwhoring, bargaining, hongky accents, looong train rides, walking.. walking and more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to nat's after dance farewell, still in that nostalgic mood. &lt;em&gt;not good not&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;good!&lt;/em&gt; took the 6 am plane to hongkong, i swear the plane ride was so uncomfortable. checked into B.P INTERNATIONAL hotel, dropped off our luggages and we're off to shop! took the train to Shenzhen, the &lt;strong&gt;land of robbers&lt;/strong&gt;. the teenage boys lurking along the escalators, waiting to pounce on people. danger zone boyy! all the A grade fake stuff there, coach LV prada chloe guess juicy couture. shopped and shopped the whole day, had dinner at the restaurant there while some nail parlour lady actually &lt;em&gt;waited&lt;/em&gt; for us to paint out nails outside. she cldnt stop bugging us, so we promised her we'll come back again. &lt;em&gt;&amp; then its back to hotel to camwhore with our new clothes : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 2 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at &lt;strong&gt;6 &lt;em&gt;(?!)&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; its unbelievable! got down to Guangzhou, &lt;strong&gt;THE CHAOS CITY&lt;/strong&gt;. people dragging luggages and trolleys just to store &lt;em&gt;clothes&lt;/em&gt;. all the hongky ladies (note: females aged 15-20) &lt;em&gt;selling and bargaining like aunties&lt;/em&gt;. but then again, me and nat ended up like all of em. HAHA. &lt;strong&gt;bargain bargain bargain!&lt;/strong&gt; had to act as business woman buying stock for our "store", quite funny really. headed down to China hotel for a free lunch, auntie marie's mom had it &lt;strong&gt;fully paid for.&lt;/strong&gt; HOHO. ordered a whole table of yummy hongky food, &lt;em&gt;shiokkkk&lt;/em&gt; (: &lt;strong&gt;hello everybody, nat doesnt know how to eat xiaolongbao.&lt;/strong&gt; the whole table was splattered with soup! damn hilarious, i burst out laughing,&lt;em&gt; hahahahaha!&lt;/em&gt; then got back to hongkong for a stroll along the streets, a whole row of stores selling &lt;em&gt;sex toys (?!),&lt;/em&gt; rows of fortune tellers and old men singing chinese opera. pretty cool. but everything was just unattractive cos they were all more ex. HA, &lt;em&gt;cheapos&lt;/em&gt;. walked past Macs, &lt;strong&gt;MCPEPPER!&lt;/strong&gt; finally got to eat that again after sucha long time, mmhmm. &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; then its back to hotel to camwhore with our new clothes : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cldnt get enough of shenzhen so we went back there. nat and i had &lt;strong&gt;manicure and pedicures&lt;/strong&gt; for freakin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 bucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! french manicure and red toes for me (((: the manicurist and some guy were having a tiff and me and nat cldnt stop laughing at the dialect vulgarities they were using, HAHA. spent half the day at the Bape* shop trying to get the lowest price possible for all the shirts and jackets. but we saw that the boss was eating a &lt;em&gt;tiny bowl of porridge and vegetables&lt;/em&gt; so we took pity and gave it to him, poor thing! &lt;em&gt;&amp; then its back to hotel to camwhore with our new clothes : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, we got so tired of shopping. but! we still bought stuff, &lt;em&gt;ironic eh?&lt;/em&gt; did our last bit of sightseeing at &lt;strong&gt;THE PEAK&lt;/strong&gt;. took this choochoo train up the hills, it was so steep we were almost vertical to the ground boyy. scaryy! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAT'S A SCARY CAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she was clinging onto every handle/railing she cld find. i just took her camera and stood there laughing at her, she's a freakk! : D went to buy dried food and then we're off to s'pore! auntie marie actually ordered &lt;strong&gt;alcohol &lt;/strong&gt;for us in the plane and she eavesdropped on a &lt;em&gt;sarong party girl&lt;/em&gt; who was trying to pick up some korean guy while her friend hit on a nigga. girls on guys? my goodness, tsktsktsk. the most entertaining plane ride ever! met keith at the airport, he's going off to wales. then back to nat's. auntie marie invited me to bintan with them but damnit i have dance! so, its byebye sun sand and sea ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; in conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- auntie marie's the QUEEN of bargaining &amp; the coolest mom.&lt;br /&gt;- nat's &lt;em&gt;terribly&lt;/em&gt; afraid of heights and loves to make me laugh while im drinking. &lt;em&gt;(but i still love youuuu : DDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- every female is called &lt;em&gt;"MISSY!"&lt;/em&gt; in hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;- i absolutely dislike the typical china people,&lt;strong&gt; annoyance.&lt;/strong&gt; i thought s'pore was bad.&lt;br /&gt;- notice the line &lt;em&gt;"&amp;amp; then its back to hotel to camwhore with our new clothes : D "&lt;/em&gt; has been repeated? i dont think ill ever need to shop for the rest of the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shaunna ytd night, went to chomps then to her house to chill. oh boyy does she have a &lt;strong&gt;sizzling hot cousin!&lt;/strong&gt; but i cant understand a single shit he's saying, accent's too strong man! nat stayed over cos the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evil sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; isnt home.&lt;em&gt; mwahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats abt it, i wanna go there and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never come back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; man! yeahyeah, i wish. aiighty, im like late as usual. id better be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATERR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116548962620529426?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116548962620529426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116548962620529426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116548962620529426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116548962620529426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-are-you.html' title='who are you?'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116499140927644944</id><published>2006-12-01T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:45:53.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;its 4 hrs to hongkong baby!&lt;br /&gt;: DDDDDDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's been busy, reallly busy.&lt;br /&gt;woke up to see like 10 dancers in the kitchen preparing sandwiches and cute lil spaceship sausages.&lt;br /&gt;packed and packed, planned my retro oufit, called so many pple.&lt;br /&gt;sure feels good being busy.&lt;br /&gt;met all the seniors at corn's house, tried choreographing some friday night fever grooves.&lt;br /&gt;it been a loooong time since we've done this boyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT FEVER; IJ DANCE ENSEMBLE SEC4 FAREWELL 06'! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing race&lt;/strong&gt;. sch, mrt station, popular, library, macs, stadium, kfc, and finally back to sch. the forfeits were gross, dirrrrty, and absolutely embarrasssing. searched through three series of encyclopedias just to find three &lt;em&gt;pathetic&lt;/em&gt; pieces of paper, offer nuggets to 6 random pple, bask and earn a dollar in 20 mins (we actually sang JINGLEBELLROCK, felt like mean girls man! HAHA), scoop 13 mentos in a bowl of flour with our mouths while jewel and lianne had fun throwing water bombs at us. sounds fun? &lt;strong&gt;yeahh, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the dance studio all dressed in our retro outfits. i swear germaine was the bomb, retro's like her second name man! had this whole grand entrance thing, its turning into a tradition i see. then a lil dance competition with blindfolds on. so we danced and danced, pple got eliminated one by one and the next thing i knew. my blindfold was taken off and i was the last idiot standing there and have been dancing alone for a whole.. 10 mins? goshh, felt like sucha &lt;em&gt;FOOL&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dinner and camwhoring. finally &lt;strong&gt;a video made specially for the sec 4s (:&lt;/strong&gt; what can i say? they have too many unglam photos of me boyy, where the hell did they get those from! it was sweet though, BUT. didnt make me cry, hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they decided to have a lil singalong to the saddest farewell songs ever, and a round the robin speech session. the sad songs, the ohsotouching things they said, who cld've not cried! so yes, bucket full of tears. thank god i had my shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;em&gt;this farewell cldnt have been better.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant imagine not being in IJ DANCE ENSEMBLE next yr, and the next yr, and for the rest of my life. but, ill leave that topic till 5 days later. cos yknow what, IM GOING TO HONGKONG. so ill need my sleep, to be fully revitalised and ready for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till then,&lt;br /&gt;so long farewell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116499140927644944?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116499140927644944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116499140927644944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116499140927644944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116499140927644944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-4-hrs-to-hongkong-baby-ddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Superfly\.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326522435213624755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116486828546214479</id><published>2006-11-29T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:31:25.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and before i forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to..&lt;br /&gt;LEON&lt;br /&gt;SHAUNNA&lt;br /&gt;NAT&lt;br /&gt;JO&lt;br /&gt;EDMUND&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116486828546214479?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116486828546214479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116486828546214479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116486828546214479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116486828546214479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-and-before-i-forget-happy-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-116486793883448388</id><published>2006-11-29T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:25:38.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its showtime</title><content type='html'>hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;im finally back after a gazillion yrs yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to update, i dont even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;oh boyy, lets just let the photos do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! all the photos are all either with nat, beverley or eunice.&lt;br /&gt;so its all gotta wait, AHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beverley's mom brought the camera to genting!&lt;br /&gt;yes, the SD card with all my prom photos are in there.&lt;br /&gt;@#$%^#@!^&amp;&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope the camera's safe and sound and it doesnt fall off the cable car or sth.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the whole of "after Os" has been spent going out going out and yeah, more going out.&lt;br /&gt;its a rare chance that im actually home at 2 blogging.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;mummy's pretty much given up on nagging at me to go home early.&lt;br /&gt;or wld i say, just going home.&lt;br /&gt;daddy's been pretty hostile, its been weird.&lt;br /&gt;i guess ill be a good girl and end this bad bad nocturnal life after im back from hongkong&lt;br /&gt;which is in 1 day baby!&lt;br /&gt;OOH, cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;(damn i just realised i havent packed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow what, im really starting to hate this layout.&lt;br /&gt;sorry BFF! i still lub cheww thoxx (:&lt;br /&gt;miss marie lee shi, expert at layouts and adobe just refuses to do me one.&lt;br /&gt;shall bug her when she's home, MWAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY MISS DANCE &amp; IJ DANCE ENSEMBLE.&lt;br /&gt;holidays used to be jam packed with dance dance and dance.&lt;br /&gt;now JAM is all i do, no more dance schedules to follow.&lt;br /&gt;dance farewell is tmw, i cant believe my fours yrs has ended really.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i dont cry tmw ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiighty, i shld go pack.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; prepare to meet JEAA TAN!&lt;br /&gt;finally seeing that girl, ive missed her. (:&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, tonight seems pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;im out!&lt;br /&gt;laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116486793883448388?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116486793883448388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116486793883448388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116486793883448388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116486793883448388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-showtime_29.html' title='its 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type='html'>omg mabel lee may&lt;br /&gt;I CANT FIND THE FREAKIN BLOG YOU MADE!&lt;br /&gt;bloody piece of shit, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha &amp; since im here i might as well blog for you since your blog's so dead&lt;br /&gt;please dont be late later! &lt;strong&gt;12 noon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha maybe ill be nice &amp;amp; update more for you another time&lt;br /&gt;thank you bye bye &lt;3 Beverley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-116424923676001315?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116424923676001315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=116424923676001315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116424923676001315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/116424923676001315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-mabel-lee-may-i-cant-find-freakin.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115968067971134968</id><published>2006-09-30T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:31:19.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since im so free now&lt;br /&gt;i shall help mabel lee may to update every now and then&lt;br /&gt;especially since she hasnt personally update for about TWO months !&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabel has become a cheeahlian&lt;br /&gt;she talks lyk dis wans worhx.&lt;br /&gt;dunch noex why also&lt;br /&gt;mus b coz under de influence of nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, okay mabel is going to kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye MAPEL !&lt;br /&gt;love me horhx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EUNICE ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115968067971134968?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115968067971134968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115968067971134968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115968067971134968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115968067971134968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/09/since-im-so-free-now-i-shall-help.html' title=''/><author><name>-eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115937097448227325</id><published>2006-09-27T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:29:34.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MAPEL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i lubbb chuixx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EUUUU ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115937097448227325?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115937097448227325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115937097448227325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115937097448227325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115937097448227325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/09/mapel-i-lubbb-chuixx-d-euuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115884421413100078</id><published>2006-09-21T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T06:10:14.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY NAME IS MAPELLLLL&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi mabel lee may&lt;br /&gt;im so bored&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd update your blog today&lt;br /&gt;well, YOU BETTER !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/193/1600/Photo%2026.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/193/320/Photo%2026.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/193/1600/Photo%2011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/193/320/Photo%2011.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi, we're the&lt;strong&gt; HAPPY GOOBERS&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; mabel, you better be nice to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OTHERWISE I'LL BLACKMAIL YOU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with you-know-what !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EUNICE ;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115884421413100078?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115884421413100078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115884421413100078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115884421413100078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115884421413100078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-name-is-mapelllll-d-hi-mabel-lee.html' title=''/><author><name>-eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115306104426706765</id><published>2006-07-16T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T04:20:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my afterparty</title><content type='html'>im too lazy to post, so infer from the photos :D&lt;br /&gt;and this is absolutely random but&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SONIA ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SJI CONCERT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/DSC03289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/DSC03289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/P6300270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/P6300270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/P6300268.0[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/P6300268.0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/DSC03499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/DSC03499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/DSC03503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/DSC03503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/DSC03495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/DSC03495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/DSC03292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/DSC03292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSC FINALS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0342.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0342.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0337.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0337.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0320.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0320.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL @ NAT'S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/Image%20038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Image%20038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/Image%20037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Image%20037.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/Image%20027.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Image%20027.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/Image%20019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Image%20019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Image%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/Image%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Image%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/Image%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Image%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/Image%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Image%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCE BBQ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/DSC03204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/DSC03204.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/dance%20bbq%20220606%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/dance%20bbq%20220606%20013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/DSC03200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/DSC03200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/30376265136247l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/30376265136247l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/DSC03212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/DSC03212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/dance%20bbq%20220606%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/dance%20bbq%20220606%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/dance%20bbq%20220606%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/dance%20bbq%20220606%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115306104426706765?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115306104426706765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115306104426706765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115306104426706765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115306104426706765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/07/welcome-to-my-afterparty.html' title='welcome to my afterparty'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115186519918545586</id><published>2006-07-02T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:40:07.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMO- lets stick to that</title><content type='html'>the happenings, oh joyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUTH DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three dance performances in a row. i tell you, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its gotta be insane!&lt;/span&gt; 2 hiphop items in sch then off to sji for the kindred spirit concert. the performance in sch was totally dead, had some looonngg lecture, which probably dampened everyone's spirits. well, everyone needed some wake up call. but hey, the audience said it was simply kickass, and so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJI KINDRED SPIRIT CONCERT: &lt;em&gt;ENCORE ENCORE ENCORE&lt;/em&gt;! thats all we really wanted, but nooo. they just cldnt let the girls end the show. male changing room invaded by a buncha dancers-gone-wild, screaming everytime the door swings open. i must say MAFIA's a really good kill-time game. so much more than we ever expected we cld give,  now im confident of banking in the kachiiinggs on sunday. hmm so i guess the sji boys, &lt;strong&gt;loved it?&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then boyyy, i guess its fate or sth. the absolutely &lt;strong&gt;paultwohill- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does the fringe wave)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; obsessed&lt;/strong&gt; bel james &amp; wubs finally get to meet their idol! totally upon chance, clever me spotted him. and then, &lt;em&gt;the madness goes on.&lt;/em&gt; oh just imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh, i just love revoltage (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baby viking at cine is simply stupidly-thrilling! squashed up thighs in those baby seats, then sudden jerks from the squeaky machine, screaming and having the world stare at you. qn: whats the fun rightt! well, beats me too. guess its just a return to childhood times that made it all nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's boring sch. but somehow ms kwan decided to spice things up by inviting me and corn up on stage during assembly to do the &lt;em&gt;"role-model"&lt;/em&gt; catwalks. OH BOYY, what was she thinking. ohwells, it was barely 5 secs. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe ENGLAND &amp; BRAZIL are outta world cup!&lt;em&gt; (yess im slow, tskk) &lt;/em&gt;so there goes kaka and beckham, ill reconsider watching the finals now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revoltage practices over the past two days, &lt;strong&gt;awesome! :D&lt;/strong&gt; first at wubs', then cheryl's. truth or dare's turned out to be truth &lt;em&gt;or..&lt;/em&gt; truth! and well, the truth's gotta be scandalous. its amazing how much one can hide really, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ooh i like the mystery.&lt;/span&gt; the crew's never been better, only made me think of JAM all over again. &lt;em&gt;damnn, i was just getting over that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thinking out about what's ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I'll just stay in bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause it's no fun to be the one going out of my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I tell it to myself again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for something you can't find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you give it up you'll lose your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's always something in your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What can you say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're gonna have a good day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uhhuh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lexapro does sound good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115186519918545586?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115186519918545586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115186519918545586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115186519918545586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115186519918545586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/07/sumo-lets-stick-to-that.html' title='SUMO- lets stick to that'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115159787224567354</id><published>2006-06-29T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T09:17:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you got me trippin'</title><content type='html'>school's been pretty good actually, cant believe im saying this, but yeahh! maybe its just cos of the overload of dance practices lately. its always been dance keeping me movin' anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiphop as closing item for tmw's arts fest in sch. nearly 50 people squeezed onto a stage measuring 11 by 31 feet. can you imagine?! OH GODDDDD. i just hope i wont fall off the stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sji concert rehearsals on tues, major costumes malfunction. damnn, it was embarrassing! HAHA. thank god its only rehearsals. i swear we need super glue to secure our bras gotta say gdbye to our gorgeous blue toga now, made to wear the ballet tops. its up to us to add the hiphop style to it! actual performance tmw, lets hope we pull it off. im psyched :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo shits, hate it all. i am positive, i hafta be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt they say i would make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;didnt they say you were gonna be trouble&lt;br /&gt;people told me you were too much to take&lt;br /&gt;i cld see it, i didnt wanna know&lt;br /&gt;i let you in and you let me down&lt;br /&gt;you pushed me up and turned my life around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115159787224567354?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115159787224567354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115159787224567354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115159787224567354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115159787224567354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-got-me-trippin.html' title='you got me trippin&apos;'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115132619950699499</id><published>2006-06-26T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T05:49:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was stupid to have fallen, but boyy. i aint no fool.</title><content type='html'>It's the perfect day to begin laying the foundation for an upcoming project or goal; what a great day to start school for me. maybe all those study plans will finally be fulfilled (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im hooked onto horoscopes, well i guess thats the only thing worth believing in afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not talk abt sch, boring subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cme was the only happening thing. maybe thats cos i cld relate, for once everything actually made sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yakun toast was definitely yummy, then pigging out at macs to surpress all those.. &lt;em&gt;depression? &lt;/em&gt;nahh too overrated. &lt;strong&gt;unwanted feelings &lt;/strong&gt;i guess. met jo and company there. bitches bared our heart and souls over a cuppa at the smoking area, losers at matters of the heart. &lt;em&gt;boyy, we just gotta admit.&lt;/em&gt; and finally gwen confessed, took you pretty long huh girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight, here comes the details abt the last few days of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancer's BBQ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically just photowhoring as usual, oily barbecued food, indian poker and another stupid game. did i mention roasting marshmallows have become my forte! MWAHA (: played those card games in "the cave", stupid but fun, thats just dancers for you.  so i guess it was success, thanks to bonnie and germaine for all the work. bonding cld've been much better though. ohwells, everyone still loves ij dance ensemble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long-awaited Date with Dearest Izza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched garfield with jeric before that, stupid show! everyone, dont waste your money. met them all at monster cue after, never knew that place still existed! so slow, HAHA. pooled a lil, realised &lt;em&gt;i totally lost it.&lt;/em&gt; ): gotta get those skills back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the longs natlim &amp; company, arcaded, then dinner at galilee &amp; friends. oh my, the horrible experience with shanna, bastard carried me up in fronta subway and GODD, it was so embarrassing! &lt;strong&gt;YOU SCARE ME.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied izza to meet her sista, ended up she alrdy had a date. so we happily went back to town for kobayashi. lotsa updates and confessions, great talk (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;em&gt;dreadfully&lt;/em&gt; went to nat's with much persuasion from the them. the usual rape and molest, &lt;strong&gt;BOYY WHAT WAS I THINKING. &lt;/strong&gt;didnt i say ill never go back? yeahh, i'd &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; keep to that. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been loooooong, but the company hasnt changed. &lt;strong&gt;they just cant be replaced (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day out with Jeaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havoc mango sale, i swear its crazy. for the first time i actually queued and tried on clothes. it was lousyy left to fareast to binge instead. depression depression, emotions all taking over us. we had to do sth! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BINGE :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;banana split, xxl chicken, mars bars, bubble tea &amp; our stories.&lt;/em&gt; studying was definitely not possible! ooh, I LOVE JEAA, and darling gwen was simply missing in action ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full dress rehearsal at sji tmw, so last min, but thats just so revoltage. gotta be exciting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight, essays waiting for me to complete.&lt;br /&gt;im sinning here! &lt;br /&gt;LATER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115132619950699499?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115132619950699499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115132619950699499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115132619950699499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115132619950699499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-stupid-to-have-fallen-but-boyy-i.html' title='i was stupid to have fallen, but boyy. i aint no fool.'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115124625619741215</id><published>2006-06-25T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T07:37:36.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is probably the last of the hols. &lt;br /&gt;boyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what, my mom's telling me to sleep NOW cos she knows ill never get up in time tmw. which is.. SO DAMN TRUE. aiight i guess ill post the details tmw, after SCH. damnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gdnight, &lt;br /&gt;and gdbye to latenights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115124625619741215?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115124625619741215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115124625619741215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115124625619741215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115124625619741215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-probably-last-of-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115109045465831807</id><published>2006-06-23T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:24:37.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>promiscuous girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you just love picking up my pieces dontcha?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what I do &lt;br /&gt;All I think about is you &lt;br /&gt;Even when Im with my Boo&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you know Im crazy over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115109045465831807?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115109045465831807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115109045465831807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115109045465831807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115109045465831807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/promiscuous-girl.html' title='promiscuous girl'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115088850136947798</id><published>2006-06-21T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:30:47.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/ee686951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/ee686951.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, pathetic toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/ee686313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/ee686313.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gettin' into the mood yeah jeannie? &lt;strong&gt;ooh, dancing in the moonlight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/ee68646f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/ee68646f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCHFIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/ee686352.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/ee686352.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly, but fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubmates reunion failed. went through all the trouble with grace, and still &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;. ohwells, we'll hafta wait then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got ditched, stuck at the void deck. i must say the bitches have got our own ways of making things work! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great time with nat shanna and company. taught shanna dylan and ??(ohno, i cant remember her name!) dance steps in the gorgeous toilet. &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS HILARIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;hahahahahhahahahha.&lt;/em&gt; well, beats the crowd on the dance floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms shanna long saved me from this golden-haired person who was vibrating at high frequency at absolutely no rhythm! WHOOHOO, YOU DA MAN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then supper at some prata hse with nat shanna wayne and sean. ooh, prata was good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the bitches thought we were homeless, turns out nat's crib was available. i swear its like a hotel, only free. but yknow in life, NTH'S FREE. ended up getting stripped off my shirt, shorts and BOYY. it was horror. swear im never going back there! nat and shanna are total HORNY ASSES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. thats abt it, my veryyy last one. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight marie's bugging me. &lt;br /&gt;RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh nonono, im no fool!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115088850136947798?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115088850136947798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115088850136947798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115088850136947798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115088850136947798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/were-done.html' title='we&apos;re done'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115073385620113368</id><published>2006-06-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:17:36.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boohoo, youre a whore!</title><content type='html'>You have confidence in your ideas and you know exactly what you're doing -- that is all you need for success. So why are you getting hung up on what other people think? It's likely that your insecurity button is getting pushed by the usual suspects. Opinions are good, but everyone has one -- and they aren't all valid. &lt;strong&gt;Consider the possibility that jealousy could be clouding someone's judgment. &lt;/strong&gt;Stay open to compromise, because a fierce show of independence could send the wrong message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like im right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115073385620113368?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115073385620113368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115073385620113368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115073385620113368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115073385620113368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/boohoo-youre-whore.html' title='boohoo, youre a whore!'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115072766932064379</id><published>2006-06-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:55:33.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished glass of whisky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/ee68725f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/ee68725f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/ee686a3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/ee686a3e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that night was. weird. the others can say it was fun, or &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;. for me? weird. boring too i guess. for some reason i was majorly grossed out, &lt;em&gt;boyy do you surprise me.&lt;/em&gt; stayover after at jea's was sweeet. somehow, as long as the bitches are there, things will never be that bad! and im just so glad for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MS CONNIE PHOON, i swear noone can beat our telepathy. and thanks for being my superwoman! (: &lt;strong&gt;MORE MORE MORE, I ONLY WANT MY MONKEY PAL!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the more you want things to be your way&lt;br /&gt;the more it'll turn out otherwise&lt;br /&gt;thats reality for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115072766932064379?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115072766932064379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115072766932064379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115072766932064379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115072766932064379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/unfinished-glass-of-whisky.html' title='unfinished glass of whisky'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115056484777634615</id><published>2006-06-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:22:49.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we could be the talk of the town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/tannnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/tannnn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/tanning%20partners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/tanning%20partners.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/loverss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/loverss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/topshop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/topshop.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTOWHORING @ TOPSHOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmy, &lt;em&gt;the embarrassment&lt;/em&gt;. still, absolutely worth the fun! anything with my bitches man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs&lt;br /&gt;eunice and i basked in the sun, with just baby oil, shades and our camera. had a lil heart-to-heart talk, photowhored then left after awhile. didnt wanna get our skin burnt! then downtown to meet jea and gwen. &lt;strong&gt;ooh, nasty secrets and juicy details.&lt;/strong&gt; cldnt get enough of it! stayed in mos for a pretty long while before we all left and went our separate ways. &lt;em&gt;boyy, what a night. &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri&lt;br /&gt;it was a &lt;em&gt;"i shall be a goody two shoes and stay at home"&lt;/em&gt; kinda day. ended up on the computer the whole day long, whats the diff! ohwells, thats not what mommy thinks! HOHO. partying out for the next two nights shldnt be a prob now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was &lt;em&gt;busy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMIX&lt;/strong&gt; dance competition semi-finals, bored me out completely. somehow the atmosphere at youth park felt better. PS? its just &lt;em&gt;soaking wet in sweat&lt;/em&gt;. gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off with bev and jo for a our lil updates and onto meet jea and gwen. well, i guess today's just pretty dull. besides our scandalous stories and some &lt;strong&gt;naughty confessions&lt;/strong&gt;, everyone was just &lt;em&gt;- hmm.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope we'll &lt;strong&gt;crank it up &lt;/strong&gt;tmw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight gdnight all. &lt;br /&gt;LATER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115056484777634615?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115056484777634615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115056484777634615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115056484777634615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115056484777634615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-could-be-talk-of-town.html' title='we could be the talk of the town'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115021215529995472</id><published>2006-06-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T03:16:24.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>empty-hearted;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one night stand,&lt;em&gt; indeed&lt;/em&gt;. what more ta say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gathered at gwen's as usual, took a bloody loong time to get ready while poor jea was dying of hunger, then left for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gluttons bay&lt;/span&gt;. loved the ambience there, eating by the bay? great. (: then jea had terrible &lt;em&gt;gastric cramps/tummy aches/a string tied too tight in her stomach?&lt;/em&gt; HA, cldnt fgure out what it was. but somehow, when that girl hit the dance floor, all the pain seemed to vanished huh. tsktskk. so the night was.. &lt;strong&gt;indescribable?&lt;/strong&gt; (: &lt;em&gt;oh man, my vocab is terribly limited. i need books!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont worry, we havent forgotten &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dearest miss maineyy&lt;/span&gt;. clubmates reunion now! ill be waiting for you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mann, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need ta study. JC seems to be my ultimate choice now, but i really wonder how am i suppose to cope. i mean, its alrdy so difficult to start studying now, what makes me think i can survive JC. ah damn, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shall quit sch and dance my life away&lt;/span&gt;, sounds good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aiight, shall bbc now (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gdnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-it was fascination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115021215529995472?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115021215529995472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115021215529995472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115021215529995472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115021215529995472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/empty-hearted.html' title='empty-hearted;'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-115000359619168423</id><published>2006-06-10T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:34:32.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/REMIXXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/REMIXXX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;photowhoring @ Coke Red Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REMIX&lt;/span&gt; dance competition at youth park ytd, why didnt JAM join, &lt;em&gt;AGAIN?!&lt;/em&gt; such great exposure and we missed it, boyy. competition was tough though, eyecandies were in &lt;strong&gt;abundance&lt;/strong&gt;. HOHO, cant wait for the finals now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i needa secretary. &lt;em&gt;nownownowww!&lt;/em&gt; i cant seem to get up in the morning and ive got terrible memory loss. i forgot my dearest friends birthday, my goshhh. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;biiitttchh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;btw, i still feel realllyy guilty ): sorry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got the reggae feverr, AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aiight, getting back to those drama serials :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LATER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-115000359619168423?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/115000359619168423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=115000359619168423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115000359619168423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/115000359619168423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/photowhoring-coke-red-lounge-remix.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114984175817819578</id><published>2006-06-09T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T02:23:10.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GWEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh fine, now im the only illegal one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyhoos, I LOVE YOU BITCH :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/babels%20photowhoring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/babels%20photowhoring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beverleemays diggin it (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh ive been busybusy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeahh with dance- &lt;em&gt;as usual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear mixing music drives me crazyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joined the PSC competition with &lt;strong&gt;Revoltage.&lt;/strong&gt; skipped auditions, quarterfinals and boyy, we're in the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;grand finals!&lt;/span&gt; filmed the preview on thurs, took a 8 people jam-packed car ride to bukitpanjang plaza. rehearsed, then exposed our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh-so-hotttt&lt;/span&gt; costumes and flaunted it. its 500 bucks in the piggybank now, lets hope it'll turn into 3000 bucks on 9th july. EXCITINGG :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seems like the post-dance night thing aint that bad afterall. been going out with the dancers almost everyday. catched SHE'S THE MAN with bonnie and khym, its an &lt;strong&gt;eyecandy filled chick flick &lt;/strong&gt;definitely (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHLOE! if youre reading this, we're all waiting for you to come online. photos and videos, AH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, lets try ta get some work done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stop the procrastination mabel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;two weeks man, damnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LATER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114984175817819578?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114984175817819578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114984175817819578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114984175817819578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114984175817819578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-gwen-oh-fine-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114961603179032829</id><published>2006-06-06T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T01:04:32.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/19.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/19.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAM REUNITED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0100.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0100.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVOLTAGEEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0073.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0073.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nut, khym, eunice, yvelyn, cynthia, james, phylicia, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0080.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0080.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me &amp; the sec ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0090.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0090.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ballerinas in hiphop costumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0125.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0125.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PSST AHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/cabinets.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/cabinets.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contemp vs ballet&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/hiphop%20cabinet.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/hiphop%20cabinet.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hiphop co-op&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVERR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/chloee%20and%20bonniee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/chloee%20and%20bonniee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/UMEMABEL.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/UMEMABEL.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/KHYM%20JAIME%20NUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/KHYM%20JAIME%20NUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/mabes%20and%20bel.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/mabes%20and%20bel.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/mabes%20and%20andrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/mabes%20and%20andrea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/mabes%20and%20dee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/mabes%20and%20dee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/BALLET.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/BALLET.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU GIMME THE FEVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0142.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0142.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JENNA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0064.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0064.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0130.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0130.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MR JIOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114961603179032829?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114961603179032829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114961603179032829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114961603179032829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114961603179032829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/jam-reunited-revoltageee-nut-khym.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114952464469568890</id><published>2006-06-03T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T07:48:41.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;PIROUETTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/lets%20ride.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/lets%20ride.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IJ DANCE ENSEMBLE, WE DID IT (:&lt;/span&gt; three weeks, we've managed to present this. im just glad there werent any &lt;em&gt;rotten eggs&lt;/em&gt; thrown or half the audience leaving during interval. i guess it was all good, maybe even great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy, sultry, crazy, cool.&lt;/strong&gt; what a short and sweet summary, cant agree no more. the opening hiphop item simply set the audiences on a ride, cldnt have been better. seriously, none of the practices cld compare to what the dancers had to show tonight. even i felt this unexplainable adreline rush. went out on stage, did my thang, cant remember anything else, except that the feeling was &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;INDESCRIBABLE&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH FEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, no it wasnt &lt;em&gt;dirty dancing.&lt;/em&gt; its jazz ballet! &lt;em&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;/em&gt; costumes, those hats, ties and seductive fishnet stocking, plus the choreography by jenna, everything seemed perfect. and indeed it was almost perfect, earned &lt;strong&gt;winning applause (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear, backstage is nth like the 1 &amp;amp; a 1/2 hr of performance on stage. tempers flared and almost set UCC on fire, chaos in the holding rooms, disastrous blocking during rehearsals, blisters bursting and bleeding, costume malfunctions, sudden memory loss and panic attacks, went breathless and practically fainted. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;insane's the word!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well other than all that, backstage was helluva fun! photowhoring was madness, the holding rooms and corridors in UCC were great for photos! the bulbs-bordered mirrors, stairs, even empty cabinets?! and boyy am i crowned &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISS CAMWHORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 172 photos, &lt;em&gt;no wonder&lt;/em&gt;. doesnt sound that bad right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess the success of all these hardwork, wld be the bond the ij dance ensemble has achieved. &lt;em&gt;it felt like family&lt;/em&gt;, that'd be the one thing im truly proud of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is probably my last &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; in ij dance ensemble. well, at least ive got all the memories worth keeping. time flies, i never thought it'd end so soon. but all these while, the ultimate thing that probably kept me going, was the &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt;. nth else matters then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so gdnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;depression starts all over again.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114952464469568890?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114952464469568890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114952464469568890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114952464469568890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114952464469568890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/pirouettes-ij-dance-ensemble-we-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114924642876353459</id><published>2006-06-02T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T07:02:49.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCE NIGHT IS TMW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:^#!%$#@^!%!4%52$%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^#!%$#@^!%!4%52$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^&amp;&amp;amp;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmm, so i dont exactly know whats this im feeling now really.&lt;br /&gt;excitement?&lt;br /&gt;nevervousness?&lt;br /&gt;anticipation?&lt;br /&gt;or even a lil &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i guess its what you call &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mixed emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full runs in the hall are just purely &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;. soaking wet bras and costumes, running in and outta the holding rooms, people driving me nuts, well basically &lt;strong&gt;going insane&lt;/strong&gt;. lets just hope UCC will be warmer, the holding rooms wont smell of dead rats and rotten bananas and everyone's temper will be better. wow, sounds &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; impossible! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barely three weeks and this is all we've got, i really wonder if we'll pull it off. i can say we've really practiced hard, but is it enough? the comments, criticisms, i darent even think of the other things people can say. ok this is a totally wrong mindset im in right now, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CUT IT OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;through blistered feet we bind, yes indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILL take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so ive been to the worst party of the century, but ive also found the best party company ever.&lt;strong&gt; me, the bitches, umemabel and of course, girlfriend!&lt;/strong&gt; the most horrible night turned out otherwise. love em all ohsomuchh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8000 thousand people squeezed into a place for 4000. can you imagine? UH GROSS. was pretty sour abt not being abt to get in, but after the rest came out and described it all. oh no thanks mann! i wldnt wanna catch syphillis or anything like that, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoho&lt;/span&gt;. roamed ard clarke quay with gwen dearest, frequent toilet trips, heart to heart talks on the bench in the carpark and the many "shows" we got to watch. &lt;em&gt;it cldnt have gotten any better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met vk and keisha there. ooh, surprise surprise! and jean too, great seeing all of em. well obviously there were pple i definitely didnt wanna see at all. and boyy do they just gross me out, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;urrhhh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;myyy, thats bitchy. oops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ill take a break from all this nightlife.&lt;br /&gt;ohmy, i can just hear gwen and jea going &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"yeahhh righttt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitches bitches bitches&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever! to all who are gloating over tues night, cos yknow what. i had fun, and heckcares abt the rest, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MWAHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photos up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/eeb9afd5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/eeb9afd5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/eeb9b0b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/eeb9b0b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/eeb9b149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/eeb9b149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/eebf451d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/eebf451d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quality time with the bitches, SPLENDID (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/eec7d6a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/eec7d6a5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/eecfa3dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/eecfa3dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/eecfa21f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/eecfa21f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/eecf8b91.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/eecf8b91.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok gotta rush ta meet girlfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im late as usual, LATER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114924642876353459?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114924642876353459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114924642876353459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114924642876353459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114924642876353459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/06/dance-night-is-tmw-452-hmm-so-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114880206694509582</id><published>2006-05-28T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:41:06.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DANCERSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls check &lt;a href="http://www.ijdance.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ijdance.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for training schedule!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114880206694509582?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114880206694509582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114880206694509582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114880206694509582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114880206694509582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/dancersssss-pls-check-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114880085300988534</id><published>2006-05-28T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:20:53.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH, chinese kills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114880085300988534?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114880085300988534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114880085300988534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114880085300988534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114880085300988534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhhh-chinese-kills.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114866835061796231</id><published>2006-05-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:35:28.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last founder's day mass in sch today. &lt;strong&gt;why didnt i go damnit!&lt;/strong&gt; totally regret it now, why cldnt the lazyass me just get off the bloody bed at 6 instead of 11! rah. &lt;em&gt;well there's nth i can do abt that anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally met up with the bitches + mstanyuling and ana today. saw a whole lot of pple with the thick hairband thing, trends trends trends. its aiight man jea, you look best in it! (: got stuck at zara's dressing room, our absolute fav photowhoring place. lovin the whole dresses with blazers look now, ah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with germ and corn to shop for costumes. that &lt;em&gt;white jumper&lt;/em&gt; of mine seems impossible to find. so we ended up at john little trying and &lt;em&gt;fantacising&lt;/em&gt; over bras, then hoping we'd have been more well-endowed. HAHA, ahwells love yourself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the five, short &amp; sweet gathering at long johns. &lt;strong&gt;i finally met jacinta after yrs!&lt;/strong&gt; glad ta see and feel that  me, beverley and jacinta are still ever the same as we used to be. threesome outing soon i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great experience with guys we thought were gays at cine, &lt;em&gt;hahahahahhahaha&lt;/em&gt;. germaine simply cracks me up with her madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great s'pore sale starts tmw!&lt;/span&gt; lets just hope the shopping plan with the dancers wld work out, i need more kachinggs$$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight lost the mood to blog&lt;br /&gt;so its gdnight world, and hello lalaland!&lt;br /&gt;laterr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114866835061796231?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114866835061796231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114866835061796231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114866835061796231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114866835061796231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-founders-day-mass-in-sch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114856723677116997</id><published>2006-05-25T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:28:35.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just finished THE OC season 2 a few days ago and im missing seth alrdy. that emo geek got me infested! i need some form of drama serial, THE OC season 3 sounds good, but currently its not out in dvds and im too lazy to d/l :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC / POLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT KNOW DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its in 9 days, can you just imagine! &lt;em&gt;oh nonononono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing... there are times when the simple dignity of movement can fulfill the function of a volume of words. There are movements which impinge upon the nerves with a strength that is incomparable, for movement has power to stir the senses and emotions, unique in itself. This is the dancer's justification for being, and his reason for searching further for deeper aspects of his art." ~Doris Humphrey, 1937&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauuuuutifullll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall get back to my unfinished business now&lt;br /&gt;laterr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114856723677116997?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114856723677116997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114856723677116997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114856723677116997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114856723677116997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-finished-oc-season-2-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114848350295228277</id><published>2006-05-24T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:39:36.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im currently leading a dance all day and night life for now, and boyy am i shacked! part of me wants all this to be over, so i can party all night long an not worry this and that. but the other part wishes for this to never stop, cos that'll mark the end of my dance chpter in these 4 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo talk abt dance again, which is undoubtedly also my passion. contradictory isnt it? ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its chinese os on monday. planned for an A so i wldve hafta worry and retake the whole exam, but it seems really impossible now considering the amt of dance practices and obviously horrible procrastination by me. lets just hope those higherchinese brain cells i once had will come back ta me, hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight, back to the busy routine tmw. with lotsa politics involved, oh joyyy. dread it all!&lt;br /&gt;gdnight everyone&lt;br /&gt;laterrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114848350295228277?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114848350295228277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114848350295228277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114848350295228277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114848350295228277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-currently-leading-dance-all-day-and_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114831117905862573</id><published>2006-05-22T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T08:19:41.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seems like ill never be well till after 3rd june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go for dance, gets worse, come home, gets better then repeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooohh boyyy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its bugging the hell outta me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;probably all the other dancers too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;great plans for hiphop costumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its getting &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HOTT&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it'll just be a lil surprise for the audiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so lets just look good and dance hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what d'you say dancers! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dance night practices simply exhaust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;both &lt;em&gt;physically, mentally&lt;/em&gt; &amp; maybe even &lt;em&gt;vocally. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh i can hardly breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but ive got the passion for &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweatin' it out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weirdly, its some form of satisfaction and joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i paused in fronta my full-length mirror &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then suddenly remembered all those times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i was still a freshie in dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how that mirror was my absolute bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the after-dancetime in fronta that thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i seem to have forgotten abt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all i see is everyone else dancing, but myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i kinda even forgot, how i look like dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i owe myself some self-practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does anyone know how it feels like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to try so hard yet still fail to achieve results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the dissapointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the stress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; givin up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;noone said it'd be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i took the first step, took the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fate fell upon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and im not quitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe everythings not gon be a flop afterall, its still too early for words. we'll just wait and see, anyticipation kills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gdnight world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive got a looooong day ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laterr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114831117905862573?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114831117905862573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114831117905862573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114831117905862573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114831117905862573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/seems-like-ill-never-be-well-till.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114796566881618898</id><published>2006-05-18T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:21:09.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GIMME THE FEVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dance resumed on monday, great way to relief off all those exam stress, like there were any to start with. HA. somehow all i thought of when i stepped onto those parquet floors were the sweat, tears and&lt;em&gt; drools&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;Revoltage&lt;/strong&gt;. and i know, some things wont ever change, like the irreplacable bond we share. it hangs on, even now as we do our part in the opening item, everythings the same, cherishable. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;great time spent with the bitches on monday. tried on a gazillion clothes, but only jea bought sth. yuling and i seem to have been really fated that day too. the whole identity crisis and stalking had been a total joke of the day, FABULOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got back some results alrdy, all expected. ohwells, i deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so now its back to the &lt;u&gt;dance all day and night&lt;/u&gt; era. its now barely 3 weeks left and&lt;strong&gt; the heat's turnin' up.&lt;/strong&gt; i somehow hope the dance night never comes cos i know ill be suffering horrible depression right after. but at the same time i hope it all ends asap cos i absolutely miss my bitches! and i needa hangout with em soon. i guess i cant have the best of both worlds ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those who tell the truth will be hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and im sick of being the evil monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant anything or anyone be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gdnight all. laterr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114796566881618898?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114796566881618898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114796566881618898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114796566881618898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114796566881618898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/gimme-fever-dance-resumed-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114741877778097489</id><published>2006-05-11T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:26:17.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive caught the flu bug and its killin' me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs; 110506&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans to swim, tan and chillout @ jea's hse were all cancelled cos gwen and i were simply too glued onto out tvs. blame it on those addictive &lt;em&gt;drama serials&lt;/em&gt;! :D somehow our plans always seem to fail, HAHA. had dinner at our favourite Coke Red Lounge, baked rice and coke float, the usuals. the movie trailers got us stuck to our seats so the mothers' day present were never bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got off playing the sims. its sucha boring game really, but somehow its got this alluring thing which got me hooked. hmm, its yet another addiction. &lt;strong&gt;i shld really stop with all this nonsense!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised, im always late. the only time im early is when people lie abt the meeting time so they wldnt hafta wait for me. and trust me, &lt;em&gt;id be freakin early then. &lt;/em&gt;cant i just be on time! rahhh, it sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/dancexplode.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/dancexplode.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it all sounds so bloody cool. but without JAM, nth's that great anymore. c'mon man jammers, this is our opportunity. lets do this, PLSSS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im lovin the bitches more and more each day. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and finally, im happy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes gwen?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114741877778097489?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114741877778097489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114741877778097489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114741877778097489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114741877778097489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-caught-flu-bug-and-its-killin-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114728133795335303</id><published>2006-05-10T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:22:24.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aiight so the exams have ended, but this only means we're closer to the chinese os, prelims and the actual os now! why the rejoice? beats me. nevertheless, it calls for some celebration (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be a steamboat dinner at marina, sac and jbmys, turned out to be a whole lot different. dinner was good. catched poseidon, put me on a rollercoaster ride. jumped on and off my seat, knees went numb. definitely a must-watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my long-lost stripy dress! tried it on, and dragged gwen to try her shorts too. &lt;strong&gt;ooh boyy, it was love at first sight. (:&lt;/strong&gt; but the indecisive me has yet to come to a conclusion whether to buy/or not. hate that part of me sometimes, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just as i thought, maybe i can finally have the time to sort out my gazzillion photos and send em for printing for display on my seductive purple walls. i realised that wont be possible till after 3 june, cos dance night is right up! not like im complaining, but im&lt;em&gt; scared&lt;/em&gt; really. it worries me, hell alot! wait, god knows what will crop up after 3rd june. HMM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gdnight world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laterr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114728133795335303?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114728133795335303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114728133795335303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114728133795335303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114728133795335303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/aiight-so-exams-have-ended-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114684954456256788</id><published>2006-05-05T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T10:19:30.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahhahahhaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i just re-read my post&lt;br /&gt;oh my did i realise..&lt;br /&gt;IM SUCHA &lt;strong&gt;RANDOM FREAK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114684954456256788?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114684954456256788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114684954456256788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114684954456256788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114684954456256788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/hahahahhahahhaahahaha-i-just-re-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114684942023349766</id><published>2006-05-05T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:13:13.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive simply got absolutely NO MORE MOTIVATION left. energy just vanishes slowly after each paper, im so &lt;em&gt;exhausted.&lt;/em&gt; all ive got in my mind is what to do after the exams when i aint even half way through. whatever happened to the &lt;em&gt;super nerdy study freak&lt;/em&gt; me during psle, she's gone! rahhhh, lets just hope for the better at prelims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watched aquamarine with my maggi mee at home. typical chick flick, pretty girls and charming boys, the bitches and the losers, the fantasy &lt;strong&gt;i die for.&lt;/strong&gt; what a nice way to take time off my books (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;study session total failure today! was supposed to look for a nice place to STUDY, but i never knew one cld study in forever21, warehouse uhhuh.. YES, WE TOTALLY DIGRESSED. found this &lt;u&gt;stripy black and white dress!&lt;/u&gt;#%&amp;^%!~!!!!!!! made my day (: roamed the streets till latenight, didnt know where to stop, got all hyper, then a lil tired, finally settled down, got so sleepy, headed home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it really doesnt matter on the amt of attention you get, or the clothes youre wearing, or the pple you meet, what matters is great company, like what ive finally truely found today (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met prems today, chatterchatterchitchit for awhile. she shares the same passion as me now, ahh how nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it so fun people-watching in town, looking at the way they dress, getting some style tips then adding my own flavor to it and tada! it becomes &lt;strong&gt;YOUR VERY OWN STYLE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i paused for a moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then these names flashed in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JAMbeverleyjacintasonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need a MAGIC CLOCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so that i can rewind time and relive those happy moments, undo the mistakes ive made and erase those sad times. anyone has one to offer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I CANT STAND IT NO MORE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i needa DANCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i lie awake at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;drive myself crazy thinking of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114684942023349766?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114684942023349766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114684942023349766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114684942023349766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114684942023349766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-simply-got-absolutely-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114674940152620463</id><published>2006-05-04T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T06:30:01.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets not talk abt the papers&lt;br /&gt;before i start trembling again.&lt;br /&gt;studying sessions with gwen and jea has been so enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;we eat a lot&lt;br /&gt;we talk a lot&lt;br /&gt;and we laugh a whole lot too&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;we still do study!&lt;br /&gt;isnt it just great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole list of things planned for after the exams, ooh boy the excitement. no doubt exams are horribly tiring, i'd still hope everything wld slow down, for me to savour every second of my time left in ij. i cant imagine how life wld be without wearing this ij uniform, thinking of it just gives me the creeps. ah the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets get the chemistry workin'!&lt;br /&gt;laterr all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114674940152620463?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114674940152620463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114674940152620463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114674940152620463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114674940152620463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-not-talk-abt-papers-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114623904246521654</id><published>2006-04-28T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:44:02.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this week has been a total mess up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mixed emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wayy too much to handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stress from all that piled up sec3 work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh boyy! lets get this done quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well thankfully, there're always those who care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and its these people who care to notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you my scandal (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think ballroom dancing has taken its toll on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all that chacha latin salsa tango..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OOHLALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the flavor's hot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its amazing what jealousy can do to someone. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114623904246521654?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114623904246521654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114623904246521654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114623904246521654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114623904246521654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-week-has-been-total-mess-up-mixed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114588783208631643</id><published>2006-04-24T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:52:19.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's a blatant lie and you know it&lt;br /&gt;angel, what are you hiding from me?&lt;br /&gt;if there is truly another secret lunch-break,working late lover&lt;br /&gt;then i would die, but at least then i'd be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from corn's blog&lt;br /&gt;mann does it relate.&lt;br /&gt;aiight back to the midyrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114588783208631643?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114588783208631643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114588783208631643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114588783208631643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114588783208631643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-blatant-lie-and-you-know-it_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114494848273700949</id><published>2006-04-13T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:14:42.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/img001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although i look awfully spastic&lt;br /&gt;and mr ian poh reported me saying stuff which i absolutely dont remember&lt;br /&gt;well at least we made it to the papers (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all i need is a glance at it everyday to keep me going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i guess everything'd been good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone's just a lil more pms-y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a lil more depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a lil more stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just really need a min to stop and think properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos now my mind's in a flurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with &lt;em&gt;'where'd you go'&lt;/em&gt; stuck in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take the lead, never follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114494848273700949?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114494848273700949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114494848273700949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114494848273700949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114494848273700949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/04/although-i-look-awfully-spastic-and-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114433713264045606</id><published>2006-04-06T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:25:32.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i flip through my notebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only to stone at that particular pg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i head down to the canteen after sch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sadly, the familiar faces arent there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i try to blog abt that special day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i didnt forget anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet tears well up in my eyes and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant stand to type anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it has been kept a draft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everything just comes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;flashes and flashes repeatedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when can i ever really get over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when can i ever truely move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate this vicious cycle, it kills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114433713264045606?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114433713264045606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114433713264045606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114433713264045606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114433713264045606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-flip-through-my-notebook-only-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114407641585054969</id><published>2006-04-03T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:56:49.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood swings all day long&lt;br /&gt;felt like a &lt;strong&gt;terrible rollercoaster ride&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lessons before recess were just crapp&lt;br /&gt;then recess just totally made me go &lt;em&gt;high and low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice long talk with corn, lotsa emotions involved&lt;br /&gt;nut and jaime came along, boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;then pft, i swear i wasnt in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;at least i got high on standing broad jump and shuttlerun!&lt;br /&gt;ohwells, im glad i survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever time slows down for a moment&lt;br /&gt;and the world ard me is silent&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that comes to my mind wld be revoltage&lt;br /&gt;inside of me wld be like &lt;a href="mailto:$@#%#!!$"&gt;$#%4%^&amp;*%&amp;amp;*#!!$&lt;/a&gt;#!@ this&lt;br /&gt;but all you see is :D this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice said "peter pan said think happy thoughts, they make you fly. guess what? you made me fly!" sucha sweetie! the lil circle note and all your attempts to console me really made my day. i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a mystery how gwen can always notice what everyone else doesnt, love that bit of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so its times like these, when you realise how impt some pple are to you. the people ive neglected for the past 3 mths. im sorry. i guess now's the time to make it up and i hope im not too late. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114398589744450701</id><published>2006-04-02T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:53:08.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/Picture%20118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Picture%20118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVOLTAGE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isabel connie dianne andrea nut jaime justine janice cheryl karina isabella jothi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wipe those tears and smile for me.&lt;/strong&gt; the title might have been very impt to us, but it aint everything, whats worth cherishing are the wondeful memories we've shared. those times at 7 eleven and long johns, baked chocolate donuts, iceballs and bubbletea, sneaking in kfc for lunch, staying till 11 plus to do our props, the pep talks, climbing the wall, the late night music mixing, our crunches and weird ass exercises, all the weird lyrics we came up with and the funny accents we tried to imitate. remember all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've all done our best, i know it. hardcore practices for practically 3 mths to get to where we are, im so proud of everyone of you, now be proud of yourselves too. the feeling of disatisfaction, the post-revoltage-depression, all the mixed feelings we have, are inevitable. but we've got to get over it and &lt;strong&gt;we'll do it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 songs were compiled into 1.&lt;br /&gt;13 dancers randomly selected to form revoltage&lt;br /&gt;its fate that brought us together&lt;br /&gt;now lets keep it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gon miss every single one of you, really.&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine life without revoltage practices.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what to do or where to go after sch&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely dread :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the long awaited day started with our one&lt;strong&gt; last&lt;/strong&gt; revoltage practice in the dance studio.&lt;br /&gt;lunch, &lt;em&gt;tourist-like&lt;/em&gt; train ride to dover then 4 cabs down to UCC.&lt;br /&gt;rehearsals and more rehearsals&lt;br /&gt;rushrushrush our gorgeous makeup and hair then photowhoring began&lt;br /&gt;very last pep talk and prayer&lt;br /&gt;went backstage, watch the other performances from this hugeee screen&lt;br /&gt;finally showtime!&lt;br /&gt;the 5 mins on stage we've been slogging our asses off for the past 3 mths&lt;br /&gt;blinded by the spotlights&lt;br /&gt;deafened by the never-ending cheers and music&lt;br /&gt;i cld barely see/feel/hear anything&lt;br /&gt;5 mins felt like 1 secs&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;em&gt;over just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;then back to the holding room, photo whoring continues.&lt;br /&gt;now with KC too, &lt;em&gt;1,2,3 SPAGHETTI&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;results next- revoltage! high energy award.&lt;br /&gt;unexpected, but still we had to fake that smile and pose for the camera&lt;br /&gt;and that was prolly the worst moment of the day&lt;br /&gt;packed up,left and went out to meet everyone&lt;br /&gt;felt like the arrival gates at the airport&lt;br /&gt;glass windows and people chanting &lt;em&gt;revoltage! revoltage! revoltage!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frowns changed into smiles&lt;br /&gt;it was a happy ending afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a terrible experience with trains that stopped&lt;br /&gt;leaving us stuck at city hall&lt;br /&gt;ohwells, the company made it all good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YALL. the posters, flowers, gummies, straw notes, cheers and screams were great! thank you all for your support, i swear i've never received this many flowers ever before (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention corn and i now have secret admirers? two bouqettes of roses, from anonymous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;series of reactions =&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/Picture%20150.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Picture%20150.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/Picture%20154.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/Picture%20151.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114398589744450701?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114398589744450701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114398589744450701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114398589744450701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114398589744450701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/04/revoltage-isabel-connie-dianne-andrea.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114382362046440920</id><published>2006-03-31T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:47:00.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pebbles was found in a pond that was filled with tiger lilies and marbles to brighten it all up.&lt;br /&gt;sounds retarded! ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showtime in 18 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon lets destress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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that&lt;/strong&gt; bad afterall (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its just a day away, so many problems arising. will we make it through, make it to first? we're so close, &lt;strong&gt;we have to&lt;/strong&gt;. my heart and soul's into this, what will i do if we dont. ok im stressing out. stopppp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114372755362300084?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114372755362300084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114372755362300084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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just be revoltage and i&lt;br /&gt;eat sleep and breathe danceworks.&lt;br /&gt;lets not let anything else get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 people staring and scrutinizing&lt;br /&gt;spotlights and flashes blinding us&lt;br /&gt;deafening cheers and screams&lt;br /&gt;the 5 mins of fame on stage&lt;br /&gt;can you just imagine?&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes lianne: "i want flowers pls, thankyou!" HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill give myself 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;then after danceworks its gotta be studies studies studies&lt;br /&gt;i need to catch up mann&lt;br /&gt;this has to work out&lt;br /&gt;oh damnn, when will i ever have a life&lt;br /&gt;!#@#!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yellow hse cheerleaders;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not being able to help out muchh&lt;br /&gt;im sure yall will do well,&lt;br /&gt;all the hard work will definitely be worth it&lt;br /&gt;just try your best aiights!&lt;br /&gt;i love yall (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114364912849354002?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114364912849354002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114364912849354002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114364912849354002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114364912849354002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/03/danceworks-is-in-2-days-ohmyyy-tension.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114321581772662875</id><published>2006-03-24T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:56:57.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its in less like almost exactly one week's time! AHHHH, the nerves are workin' it. plans for the placard's just really cool. everything seems to be taking shape, lets do this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, time is running too fast. i cant catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beverleemay, im really lost as to what i can do to help. be it take away your pain or save the situation. all i can say is, ill always be here, just a holla away. i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohmy! now what did i get myself into&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sucha fool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ndsj@#$%gffg2#454"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ndsj@#$%gffg2#454&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;@!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114321581772662875?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114321581772662875/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114275578103811493</id><published>2006-03-19T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:10:00.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We are undercover passion on the run&lt;br /&gt;Chasing love up against the sun&lt;br /&gt;We are strangers by day, lovers by night&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it's so wrong, but feeling so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm with friends and we should meet&lt;br /&gt;Just pass me by, don't even speak&lt;br /&gt;Know the word's "discreet" when part-time lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;Part-time lovers- Stevie Wonders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114275578103811493?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114269474341395492</id><published>2006-03-18T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:22:13.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bestfriends stay bestfriends. things might have changed, that we cant stop. but what remains forever is this special bond we share. the weird things we say, the silly things we do, the retarded laughters, everythings remains. we might not have trashed out everything in full details, but you know and i know. we both understand. that was just a hurdle in our friendship, and we've overcomed it. im glad we did and i promise ill cherish this friendship more than i ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I I LOVE YOU BEVERLEY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114259495718472284</id><published>2006-03-17T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T03:29:29.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;160306&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;midnight affairs.&lt;br /&gt;lets call it that, yeah monkey pal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahahahahah&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helllooo, like what am i doing here. supposed to be studying mann. midnight movie tonight, yes/no? omg, what a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2 more weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114259495718472284?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114243032155591252</id><published>2006-03-15T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T05:45:21.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;we're going down down babyy;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i get the adrenaline rush. the power, energy and style just comes along. everything goes full force, nth can hold me back. the feeling of trying so hard but yet, still unable to prove myself worthy. yknow the dissappointment? ooh, it kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet and danceworks today. somehow danceworks practices are just different from any other practice. like isabel once wrote in her blog: "everything else is a blur, the other problems seem to be so far away ; its just dance &amp; me" my sentiments exactly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE - 1 = four&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114243032155591252?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114243032155591252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114243032155591252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114243032155591252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114243032155591252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/03/were-going-down-down-babyy-and-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114224123959760959</id><published>2006-03-13T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:13:59.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got back my report book. a pg full of underlined grades, f9 is all that i see. ive never been like that, why now. well, i shld be pleaded guilty. my failure to prioritise and complacency. so i guess this wk wont be much of  a holiday, since its already filled with dance practices. fitting time in to study will already be a problem, much less going out. this is o'levels for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe everything is just a matter of time. danceworks practices just gets revoltage more and more bonded each time, and my distance from you just makes it so difficult to even start a conversation now. &lt;em&gt;things change, anything can happen.&lt;/em&gt; yups, so thats what ive learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Youth Rally&lt;/u&gt; &amp; so it was god's plan. met this girl, she told me to go. hesitantly, i did. the music, songs, dance, skit, testimonies and most imptly the atmosphere and god's presence touched me. a sense of relief and comfort. everything just seemed okayy all of a sudden. weird description? that was exactly how i felt for the 2 hrs in SJI auditorium. im glad i went, no regrets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Danceworks06'! Finals briefing.&lt;/u&gt; so yeah, we got the worst seats, we're performing last, and worst of all, we've only got a hundred tickets. but uh-uh, nth's gon stop us from winning the champion shield :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cleo's 50 eligible bachelors&lt;/u&gt; OOHLALA I SAY! isabel and i almost drooling watching those hot guys mingle around. not very surprisingly, we saw majo there. HAHA. " flat hair guy so hott! AHHH. " hohohohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cheerobics 2006&lt;/u&gt; people being tossed around, those hardcore abs which i yearn for everyday, mid-drifts and short skirts, cool. but what really caught my eye was the Funkamania Champions! WHOAAA. the rolling, whacking, locking, shakin', hotttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lover; hottie! i wanted to go for the performance, i swear i did. but due to communication breakdown and what nots, i missed it. im sorryyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114224123959760959?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114224123959760959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114224123959760959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114224123959760959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114224123959760959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/03/got-back-my-report-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114130814745694156</id><published>2006-03-02T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T06:02:27.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN CELESTE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd successful surprise of 2006!&lt;br /&gt;wld've been much sweeter if it was held at the sandpit instead&lt;br /&gt;but noooo..&lt;br /&gt;ms oh from the pri sch had to interrupt and spoil our mood&lt;br /&gt;saying its not allowed and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;BLEAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anywayy&lt;br /&gt;the trick to 7-11&lt;br /&gt;the sparklers&lt;br /&gt;the sarah lee chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;the candles&lt;br /&gt;the absolutely disgustingly loud birthday songs&lt;br /&gt;and best of all,&lt;br /&gt;birthday girl celeste lee&lt;br /&gt;everything was great! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting time for celeste with vk and keisha was good&lt;br /&gt;they're still the same ol' pple.&lt;br /&gt;lookin hot in the SA uniform! HA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a happy day&lt;br /&gt;and so was the rest of the week i guess&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tues;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally trashed things out&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone understands&lt;br /&gt;ive done the best that i could&lt;br /&gt;start afresh i say!&lt;br /&gt;new yr's resolution: we shld all stop bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiphop was good.&lt;br /&gt;first part of blockings done.&lt;br /&gt;exciting! :D&lt;br /&gt;3rd june is only 3 mths away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wed;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed unofficial Danceworks06'! practice turned into..&lt;br /&gt;climbing walls and recording our most spastic acts.&lt;br /&gt;then the basketballers joined us, so&lt;br /&gt;we decided to have a dancers vs basketballers thingg.&lt;br /&gt;which led to snatching corn's and my shoes&lt;br /&gt;filling it with sand (oh gross!)&lt;br /&gt;pulling down our shorts&lt;br /&gt;rolling me in the sand&lt;br /&gt;and whatnots!&lt;br /&gt;then dinner with em&lt;br /&gt;and had the most entertaining conversation in my life&lt;br /&gt;so it was basically funn and maybe a &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; bruises for me and corn.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight, now its teststestsandmore&lt;strong&gt;tests&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;gdnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114130814745694156?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114130814745694156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114130814745694156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114130814745694156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114130814745694156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-sweet-sixteen-celeste-d-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114105088691592066</id><published>2006-02-27T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:34:46.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>danceworks06'! practices finally started again&lt;br /&gt;not really very official, but we had fun&lt;br /&gt;goofing around, snapping shots of the dance studio and all those narcissist.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked out some misunderstandings, doesnt really feel cleared though&lt;br /&gt;doubts are still there.&lt;br /&gt;but, ive said all ive wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;believe me or not, your choice.&lt;br /&gt;rumour has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart-to-heart talk with connie and andrea afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;explicit contents.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells, smile for me aiights :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperate housewives now&lt;br /&gt;LATERR ALLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114105088691592066?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114105088691592066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114105088691592066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114105088691592066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114105088691592066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/02/danceworks06-practices-finally-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114096111193015812</id><published>2006-02-26T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T05:38:31.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fall on me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Forever with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever in me&lt;br /&gt;Ever the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114096111193015812?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114096111193015812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114096111193015812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114096111193015812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114096111193015812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/02/fall-on-me-tell-me-everything-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114088226029899597</id><published>2006-02-25T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:44:23.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; series of unfortunate events&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a pretty bust day, like every other day actually. rushed to sch for cheer practice, juggled between cheer and DSA practice, then rushed to buy flowers (annoying florist took her own sweet time!), then rushed down to danceworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently shareen the DSA performance instructor choreographed Tanglin Sec's danceworks item. thats like WHOA! he's freakin good and hott(: , shall get my connections started :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danceworks06'! Cat3. went down with bel andrea jaime &amp; nut. met bonnaye and germ there. almost died of heart attack rushing from tp to marina sq, was walking so quickly while the rest were running to catch up, HAHA. what a company they all are, even more entertaining than the competition itself! made stupid sick jokes outta a suffocating baby, sang hymns and made fun of it(oops!), got pissed at the cashier and bitched abt him in the goofiest way ever, pure joy! 5,6,7,8, TAN! right bonnaye? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romantic talk with keisha and vk afterwards. chatterchatterchitterings. i love em both (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ytd;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet. i swear those abs are workin it mann, after all those crunches. whooots, anything is possible :D ballet's really tough actually, but look. who's complaining, im lovin every second of it. needa get those splits done real soon! like i said, anything's possible. ah, exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danceworks06'! finals would be really exciting this yr. will be seeing keisha beverley and tm there, AHH! 1st april, UCC, BE THERE :D &lt;strong&gt;cantwaitcantwait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight now, reality check.&lt;br /&gt;LATERR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114088226029899597?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114088226029899597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114088226029899597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114088226029899597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114088226029899597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/02/series-of-unfortunate-events-so-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114061619502515329</id><published>2006-02-22T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T05:49:55.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ive been lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ive been cheated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ive been misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN EUNICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was surprise surprise! finally this attempt, succeeded. yes izza, we did it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many hiccups through the prep, id rather just faint and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my printer screwed up on me, photos were like totally blur, cldnt get the card done, was late, stuck in the house room for practically an hr hoping eunice wldnt come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to her house, stupid wind kept blowing, candles cldnt light up, cake was disfigured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed location, annoying security guard complained, changed location again to the most boring place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, we still succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a helluva time! blindfolding, dunking eunice into the pool when she was blindfolded, magic candles that wldnt blow out, cake throwing, cream smearing, phototakings, SMOOCHING (HAHA) and whatnots. everyone smelt of vomit after that but it was worth all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you lover;hottie! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114053256790099526?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114053256790099526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114053256790099526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114053256790099526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114053256790099526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-sweet-sixteen-eunice-so-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-114026061546118866</id><published>2006-02-18T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:52:19.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DANCEWORKS 06'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd- Category 2 Prelim A&lt;br /&gt;3rd- "Sports in Drugs out"&lt;br /&gt;High Energizer Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so damn proud of each and everyone of you. hard work for the past 2 mths have really paid off! not all 3 teams might have gotten into the finals, but remember. we'll work together as IJ DANCE ENSEMBLE to win the finals, and glory wld belong to everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO IJ DANCE ENSEMBLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revamp;&lt;br /&gt;pls dont get too dissapointed! yall tried your best and thats whats impt. learn from your mistakes and move on, CHAMPIONS for danceworks! 07'? HELL YEAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhapsody;&lt;br /&gt;7th for overall results and high energy award? AWESOME! who said yall sucked? HELL NO. yall totally proved the opposite. great job (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revoltage;&lt;br /&gt;isabel, connie, andrea, dianne, jaime, nut, isabella, janice, justine, cheryl, jothi &amp; karina.&lt;br /&gt;we did it we did it we did it! seems like all my talks, my rantings, my screamings did work afterall. getting 2nd was great, but we've still got one last chance, so lets all work together and climb up the ladder to 1st aiight! i have absolute faith in everyone of you. lets do this for ourselves and for IJ DANCE ENSEMBLE. we can do it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basketballers:&lt;br /&gt;rachel, deborah, marianne, grace, adeline&lt;br /&gt;thankyou so so so soooo much for making time to come down for practices, tolerating my rantings, running errands for the dancers and all your support. i had so much fun working with all of you and we wldnt have made it to the finals without all your help. THANKS ONCE AGAIN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;to all those who came down to support us for danceworks06'! all the seniors who came down to watch us and helped to cleanup our steps. our accomplishments wldnt have been possible without any of your help! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those who listened to my rantings when i was all stressed out, those who were there for me to support me, those who gave me good advice and gave me the strength to carry on. ill still need alla you through the journey to the finals, stick with me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was danceworks, the exhaustion from the past 2 mth is finally over! surprisingly, i aint quite used to it. was complaining that there wasnt dance on monday, suffered from the post-danceworks! depression. as usual. ohwells, practices for the finals will start increasing soon. and by then, i hope ill be able to withstand it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-awareness camp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt so much more abt everyone else in foursevenohsix including myself. cried buckets at the first session, many many heart-to-heart talks. the games were great esp the spinning one, unglam moments for everyone even mrs khoo and ms ratulangi. storytelling time at night with gwen and eunice, michelle was just being horny, HAHA. feels good to have received lil notes from the people in 4/7, just makes it even more upsetting that its my last yr in ij. sucha enlightening camp, im lovin foursevenohsix, and our beautiful class shirt thanks to vann! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;140206' valentines day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightout with eunice connie izza ven.&lt;br /&gt;heartaches, girltalk, buckets of tears&lt;br /&gt;everything's cleared.&lt;br /&gt;my heart's at ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankyou, i love yall (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnight world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-114026061546118866?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/114026061546118866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=114026061546118866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114026061546118866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/114026061546118866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/02/danceworks-06-2nd-category-2-prelim.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113846176660980042</id><published>2006-01-28T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:22:46.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;; behind the white mask and red lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive tried so hard im over-exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;breaktime, god knows when it'll end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113846176660980042?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113846176660980042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113846176660980042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113846176660980042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113846176660980042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/01/behind-white-mask-and-red-lips-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113697642129858440</id><published>2006-01-11T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T02:52:47.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, so sch has officially started. and guess what, the homeroom system which we all once thought was a marvellous idea, now turns out to suck. suck suck suck! and the whole new school, whole new enviroment, whole new atmosphere just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally dread school now. there is totally no class spirit! i hardly even feel i belong somewhere. if not for eunice (my one and only partner for practically every lesson), the SAC, the LACINQUE and of course the dancers, i doubt ill even attend school! yeahh right, if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, maybe it just cos im still holding onto the past. or more like, the yr 2005. what only exists as memories now, wonderful memories. i guess this happens at every beginning of the yr, or you cld say i was just consoling myself. but i gotta get outta this, stop thinking abt the past and going on abt the past the past and the past. i gotta move on, really. god bless me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now, dance is prolly the only thing that's keeping me alive. besides the occasional meet ups with sonia, the friday nights with thefive and weekends. lets pray ill get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that i ever look forward to now is like what, weekends dance and publicholidays? and when the long-awaited publicholiday is here i fall sick, puke headache highfever and hell. i swear this is so not my year, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of ranting. got lotsa stuff to do, there's school tmw. oh &lt;em&gt;yay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONIA SRI, WHERE'RE YOU! CALL ME PLS ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight then, later yall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113697642129858440?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113697642129858440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113697642129858440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113697642129858440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113697642129858440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-so-sch-has-officially-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113613550552207659</id><published>2006-01-01T07:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T02:48:54.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;ITS 2006 YALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;countdown&lt;/strong&gt; @ some house party, got me satisfied! fulfilled my clubbing date with gwen &amp; jea, my promise ta to dance with monkey pal connie and my cravings for the dancefloor since chinablack. actually, the dj music and drinks sucked. what was supposed to be beer and vodkasprite tasted like jolly shandy! lousy bartenders, hot though! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shld've gone for the hiphop party at ngee ann, all the hiphop remixes and real alcohol. ah damn! anyhoos, had my share of fun. danced the night away, welcomed the newyr on the dance floor, awesome :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bbq on friday&lt;/strong&gt; was just fairytale turned nightmare. its amazing how much fun you can have with simply your closest ones. met beverley jacinta and jo at jo's hse first. finally saw nana after so long! her hair's really short now, and she's grown much taller. but she's still the sweet ol' nana who always gets bullied by her nasty elder sister and now, she wants a xmas present too. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then we finally cabbed down to meet nor after putting on eyeliner, jo choosing her ah beng clothes (only to return to what she's wearing originally), tying hair, lookin for the soccer ball then pumping it, all prepared to leave the house only to forget smth and going all the way back up to get it, and all the what nots. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hid under the light house durin the passing showers. chatterchitchit-ted, doubledeckered, soccered. nat izza and eunice came and then it was back to the pit. the sun set, started the fire, blast the stereo, got the party started! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then began all the dunking and hugging which got practically everyone wet and the chasing arounds with magarine chilli and ketchup, oh funfunfun. the bbqed chickenwings were just, heavenly! just kept on eatingandeating with jacinta, while the rest were drinking. fairly disgusting concoctions, which i stayed away from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not ta forget my perfectly bbqed marshmallows, unburnt crispy on the outside and melted on the inside. oh, MMM (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;becos of some smartass who forgot the tongs (HAHAHA), jacinta and sonia hadta borrow it from the guys bbqing beside us. oh what can i say, the seductiveness does it all! easy peasy, and they were trying ta take photos of em when they were returning it! oh, too much charm there. HOHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;plus surprisesurprise yet again. always lovin it, it just gets better (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;funny thing was, jo kinda lost her berms while trying to unsand it. so she's walkin ard in boxers, sexy eh! whoooots. AND, whole izza and eunice were changing at the top of the lighthouse, two guys were making their way up. so everyone at the pit were like, screaming at the top of their lungs " IZZA &amp; EUNICE!!! STOP CHANGING! TWO GUYS ARE GOING UP! STOOOPP! " and the whole eastcoast beach turned to loook at us. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahha, i just cldnt stop laughing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so that was the fun part, and abt the rest.. ill just skip it. what a night to remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and for now, ill snooze. updates and pictures comin soon! (yeahhhright)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LATERR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiss &amp; makeup ; if only.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113613550552207659?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113613550552207659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113613550552207659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113613550552207659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113613550552207659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-2006-yall-countdown-so_113613550552207659.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113591630259796962</id><published>2005-12-29T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T09:16:40.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY NOR &amp; JO! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MERRY XMAS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so it seems like this blogging thing aint goin on. ha! whats new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear im wayy too hung up on my holidays, parties dinners shopping movies dance and more parties. too much, i needa break! but no, ive gotta wait till sunday. cos its bbq+tent thing after this and countdown parties tmw. omg, am i complaining?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the danceworks practices are finally onthego and its freakin exciting! themes, storylines, costumes, hiphopbroadwaycontemp, dramamama! but the whole thingg still lacking this extra factor to get us into the finals, so where is it! this is nervewrecking. &amp;amp;#$*!@*^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONIA'S BACK BACK BACK! &amp; im happy. havent got much time to catch up with her, im lookin forward to latenight talk by the beach later. AHH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh, i finally watched my last episode of the 9oclock show! the dance sucks, aint my thing. but i wldnt mind flying up high like jeanetteaw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went all the way to shengsiong at marsiling ytd to get the bbq stuff. squealing over practically everything there cos its heaps cheaper than like any supermarkets. bought like lots, and i got my ultra cheap DOUBLEDECKERS! (: im contented. headed home, started &amp;amp; completed my christmas presents for the lacinque and thefive. now tell me im good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally met up with beverleemay and jacintapoot for bugisstreet shopping! got my faded jeans, visited the apple shop at cine (omg, the ipodvideo's like coolshit), then onto coffeetalk at coffeebean with mocha&amp;amp;vanilla and some disgusting walnut cookie while waiting for jacinta. she came, laughed and squealed over her job interview. (i swear its a job for the bimbos! HAHA) took our chance and hopped on the wrong bus, ended up in somewhere along nicoll highway, or was it beach rd? ha, walked a helluva 30 mins or so cosa this uncle who said: oh very near only, just walk straight! bullshit. well, its surprising the two bimbos actually made it! HAHAHA. was suppoosed to get a whole list of stuff, only got earings and jacinta's sexylacy spag and beverley's whysoloose longsleevetop. everything was like outta stock man, so its yet another date next month babes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, its 12!&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta get ready.&lt;br /&gt;shall update abt the :&lt;br /&gt;JAM performance&lt;br /&gt;SAC dinner&lt;br /&gt;BENBEN dinner&lt;br /&gt;my birthday&lt;br /&gt;christmas @ home&lt;br /&gt;and JAM christmas dinner&lt;br /&gt;preeetty soon aiights, i hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER YALLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113591630259796962?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113591630259796962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113591630259796962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113591630259796962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113591630259796962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-belated-birthday-nor-vanilla-and_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113455567312490155</id><published>2005-12-13T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T02:57:47.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because of you;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to have a JAM practice for tmw's performance today, seems like everyone's lazy! so i guess today's rest day, to prepare for the busybusy week (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda just bought a adidas bag online, thanks to beverleemay! its GORGEOUS :D but ive got to wait for the stock to come in, crosses my fingers that itll be soon. AHH :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone out there who knows howta get a stall at a flea market? i reallly gotta get those junk off my cupboards, make space for the new stuff im gon get! sell them all off at the cheapo rate, how fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheena sisters reunion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyre finally all back from OBS! (: six of us and eunice's ted natlong. dinner at kobayashi then sat along the railings outside cine. smuggled EC then chilled @ long johns. tastes like beer, aint my thing. round the robin and done, got bored. wanted more! so we got heinekens and vodka shots. banana ones! ew. nor, ms chemicalromance came. felt illegal, so we wenta a darker place behind heerens at the stone statue! HAHA. drankdrankdrank. phototaking marathon. great company, lovin the time spent with em. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;threesome @ beverley's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/threesome%20@%20beverley"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/threesome%20%40%20beverley%27s.psd.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pigging out downstairs and jacinta's spasticness with rocky. 6 eggs, coffee and biscuits. thought of great plans for clubbing, exciting! hotel 81 pls! HAHAHAH. went up to her room, beverley and jacinta on the bed, my ass on the floor. total manicure mania. turn left ta paint jacinta's nails, then right for jacinta's &amp; repeat. for 5 freakin hrs! beverley STILL ended up with white nails and jacinta with french manicure, HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;threeseven christmas dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 3/4 the class was there at fish &amp;amp; co, how nice. i was late, as usual! chatterchatterchitchit while waiting for our food, then there was this huge confusion abt the drinks. joke of the day man! sarah shared their mussels with us, and tanyuling was trying ta get the tumour that was stuck to the shell out. mygoodness, it was so dangerous to sit in fronta her. funnyshit. walked ard after eating, split up then went ard taking photos with the christmas decos. everyone left home so early, so me and eunice window shopped ard town till late. SAC dinner this thursday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113455567312490155?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113455567312490155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113455567312490155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113455567312490155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113455567312490155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/12/because-of-you-was-supposed-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113427815243139796</id><published>2005-12-10T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:22:01.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;im back to frequent blogging, but im seeing it will be timeout soon. (: ive got a hundred&amp;one things to do, and.. the hols are alrdy ending in 3 wks. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 get a new hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;#2 relink ALL my photos&lt;br /&gt;#3 get christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;#4 TAN, i want the sun,sand&amp;amp;sea!&lt;br /&gt;#5 develop photos&lt;br /&gt;#6 decorate my room&lt;br /&gt;#7 get those abs back&lt;br /&gt;#8 get those dance stuff done&lt;br /&gt;#9 make my IC&lt;br /&gt;#10 hmm, do my hmk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was abt it, though there're lots more but dory me cant remember. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gon see eunice in an hrs time! after one week, yes i miss you EUNICE CHYE PEI MING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo dragged me along to nor's bbq on friday. i swear i so didnt wanna go at first, but im glad i did. nor's family is a whole lotta fun, really. and yes, they totally carried/dragged/pushed/pulled/rolled DUNKED me into the sea. that was just part of nor's evil plan to make me stay which didnt succeed. but i had fun anywayys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight now i gotta do up izza's template before i fix mine and do up the threesmalleys' one. my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113427815243139796?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113427815243139796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113427815243139796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113427815243139796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113427815243139796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-to-frequent-blogging-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113405970556730072</id><published>2005-12-08T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:14:46.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AIIGHT PPLE. im finally updating! :D well, thats prolly cos shutterfly's taking over 6 hrs ta upload my photos. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a gazillion yrs of planning and procrastinating, we finally had our long-awaited JAM outing today. so it was just a whole after of fun laughter peace and joy, really. nothing more ta ask for. &lt;strong&gt;JAM, i love :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0642.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0642.0.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see,&lt;br /&gt;beverley finally bought her darkcolored jeans in the morning. then we took 10yrs ta prepare at my house and that included repainting our nails, french manicure by yours truly. GORGEOUS. (: that kinda led to being 45 mins late, oh whats new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at Galilee Friends, our fav hangout. got our chistmas plans all planned out, it all sounds good to me! :D played pombebe, some childish finger game. VERY fun indeed. then air hockey, same ol' bimbotic screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took neoprints after so long, oh how i miss that. 3,2,3,2,1..AH! (add those bimbotic screams and poses) that was basically it, HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roamed ard town making disgusting AAAAH! noises which all started with keisha peircing her navel behind the curtains, oh-so-corrupted pple! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free starbucks coffee, the wait was worth it man. mocha frappucino, oohlala! sat down, chilled. majo and birdie came, keisha showed us her navel piercing. HOT! 16 and im gon do it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;it was just me and beverley left. we got HYPER! walked ard town like drunkards doing all our spastic actions. randomly sat down at some roadside bench, took photos, people watched, laughed and laughed and LAUGHED. hahahahaha! it was just &lt;strong&gt;so psychotic&lt;/strong&gt;, quality time spent with my boo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met nor and jo. WHOO, two sexy ladies there in heels, buttoned down and alls. -whistles! neoprints again! at that same retarded machine. then dinner at coke red lounge, but not for me and beverley cos we were still too full for lunch, yes &lt;strong&gt;lunch. &lt;/strong&gt;then it was home sweet home just in time for the last 30 mins of my 9oclock show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;. now i just cant wait for next wk ta start, outings dinners tanning shopping for christmas gifts. oh the joy, exciting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with gwen just ytd. now i know why she loves dinners, cos dinners with her is awesome. all the gossip and scandals. so much catching up to do. then it was downtown taking photos everywhere! i just love talking to her, thats all i'd ever needed. now i cant wait ta see her again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0588.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scandalous! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113405970556730072?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113405970556730072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113405970556730072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113405970556730072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113405970556730072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/12/aiight-pple.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113352163714435422</id><published>2005-12-02T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:09:16.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess my hols arent THAT boring afterall. it was just a boring day when i posted my previous entry, which was REALLY long ago. so now, the exciting stuff! ooh this is gon be looong (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent abt one week before ijgradnight05 shopping for prom stuff with the other four. or rather, being their fashion consultant. FINALLY had our threesome sleepover too. talked the night away, short and sweet. exactly what we needed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped the oh so stressed out beverley shop for the prom dress, accessorizing gold blahblah, even before the os were over! trying gowns from anywhere and everywhere, forever 21, phuture london, daniel yam, warehouse, bebe, far east. and.. she wldnt have gotten her gorgeous dress if i hadnt forced her ta try the one from valerie's corner :D yes, SHE NEEDS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking on the phone with nor, discussing her suit and all that. we found out that turquoise is our color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not ta forget the supercool colored contacts nor and jacinta got, that practically transformed their nationalities. ohyes, finally brought them all to bugis street, going ooh!ahh! over all the polo tees and mad pants, cheapo stuff actually. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdly, i enjoyed their prom! maybe not the dinner and dance itself, but the before &amp; after parts. helped nor with her makeup and nails, hot! it just complimented everything else. i was satisfied, she was happy. met the four after prom at hyatt's lobby, they were all gorgeous! jo was just an ultimate shocker. HAHAHA. it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the five, and im lovin it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;241105 just rocked, i swear. cos besides all the dressing up for the other four, me izza and eunice had our share of dressing up for the party too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying on maybe 10 or more peices of clothes from futurestate, wellahair straightening cream that worked wonders, foundation that was too light for me or izza, lotsa eyeliner for the selfproclaimed lucyliu lookalike(HEEE :D) , white nails, narcissist shots, preening and preening in fronta my fulllength mirror- just what we do best! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was partying through midnight in three inch heels, me and izza trying hard to get eunice ta boogey, checkin out hotties, r&amp;amp;b music/sucky music, dancing dancing dancing. just drinks and it'd be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at nat's. shana's damn hilarious! observed us sleeping, played with makeup like she's never seen it before, all her crazy antics. FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/7 CHALET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick summary&lt;br /&gt;mahjong mahjong mahjong all day, night, afternoon, evening long. &lt;u&gt;day one&lt;/u&gt;:  checked in. cuttingup disgusting lontong. barbecued marshmallows,satay&amp;cuttlefish! :D photos photos and more photos with van eunice brenda and audrey all ard downtown east, lotsa retarded poses. incomplete SAC ): evil someone deleted photos from my camera! RAH. latenight serious talk, very touchy topics. dramamama, no elaboration needed. &lt;strong&gt;im gon miss savie! ):&lt;/strong&gt; naughty eunice tricked me, then surprisesurprise! oh im happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;daytwo&lt;/u&gt;: the big bunch came back. romantictalk with dimmed lights, pretty much settled all grievances. mahjong all the way AGAIN. then lunch+dinner from mr bean, mmmm (:&lt;br /&gt;everyone fell asleep at like 2?! all the way till 7. shakerfries and the 9oclock show. chilled, talked. laughed our night away ta sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;daythree&lt;/u&gt;rise&amp;shine early at 10, checked out. breakfast at bk, then the end! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYES! ive like got tightened braces with color now. like, &lt;strong&gt;finally!&lt;/strong&gt; its supposed to be purple. but turned out pink, goodness me! ohwells, im lovin' my braces. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chanced upon this on newspaper that day, chocolate buffet @ fullerton for only $28! AH, tis the season to be jolly! CHOCOLATES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fetish for dolling people up and the movie"the beauty shop", inspired me to open a BEAUTY SHOP :D sounds good? im serious aiight pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this, has been my past few weeks. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113352163714435422?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113352163714435422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113352163714435422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113352163714435422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113352163714435422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-guess-my-hols-arent-that-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113211956418308590</id><published>2005-11-15T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:39:24.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hollaholla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hols just gets monotonous afterawhile&lt;br /&gt;wake up @ 10, but ill only be off the bed at 12.&lt;br /&gt;then cartoon cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;then weird shows on channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;[i swear i need SCV ):]&lt;br /&gt;then munchmunchmunch.&lt;br /&gt;and my blog gets ditched afterawhile too.&lt;br /&gt;aint this what happens ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;i need a change.&lt;br /&gt;i need GWEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to tanning dates,&lt;br /&gt;sleepovers,&lt;br /&gt;dinners,&lt;br /&gt;lotsa dance practices,&lt;br /&gt;shopping dates,&lt;br /&gt;swimming,&lt;br /&gt;pooling,&lt;br /&gt;or just chillin' out.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love with white nails now.&lt;br /&gt;prettypretty.&lt;br /&gt;ive been painting then removing them for the past wk.&lt;br /&gt;bored? DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities, expectations &amp; all that stuff just suddenly striked me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can now really truthfully say im feelin my post.&lt;br /&gt;burdened? never, its my passion and i chose it.&lt;br /&gt;so no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;but the pressure's just overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;well, its just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;ive gotta hang on. hopes are on me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned i love phonecalls?&lt;br /&gt;esp when you've got so many qns in your mind and no answers to any.&lt;br /&gt;everything just falls into place after that 1 phonecall.&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how much better it can make you feel.&lt;br /&gt;yes, just 1 PHONECALL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, not ta forget the 2/1 reunion!&lt;br /&gt;its all still the same.&lt;br /&gt;the way i like it.&lt;br /&gt;oops, im sorry i was 2 hrs late!&lt;br /&gt;but it was still good anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;ive missed everyone lots.&lt;br /&gt;we really need these reunion dinners mann.&lt;br /&gt;theres more ta come (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEENA SISTERS :D&lt;br /&gt;hate the name.&lt;br /&gt;love the people.&lt;br /&gt;it cant get any better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss seth ):&lt;br /&gt;where're you!&lt;br /&gt;where's the 3rd season of THE OC?&lt;br /&gt;stupid limewire takes a gazillion yrs to download.&lt;br /&gt;ive been suffering from withdrawal symtoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight now.&lt;br /&gt;lets play with adobe!&lt;br /&gt;laterrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113211956418308590?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113211956418308590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113211956418308590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113211956418308590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113211956418308590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/11/hollaholla-hols-just-gets-monotonous.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113128742209174206</id><published>2005-11-06T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T06:30:22.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VANN! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113128742209174206?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113128742209174206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113128742209174206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113128742209174206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113128742209174206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-vann.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113117575139301059</id><published>2005-11-04T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:29:11.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the HALLOWEEN family, or the BENBENS.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/46.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/46.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife, husband &amp; mistress.&lt;br /&gt;OOH scandalous! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/RIMG0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/RIMG0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAC, my favourite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113117575139301059?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113117575139301059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113117575139301059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113117575139301059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113117575139301059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-halloween-family-or-benbens.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-113110946835182933</id><published>2005-11-04T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:43:45.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HALLOWEEN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday;&lt;br /&gt;went down all the way to jac's house to do up the deco.&lt;br /&gt;it was far far away at dover!&lt;br /&gt;loooong train ride. i like!&lt;br /&gt;it was deco, deco. pretty much slacking too.&lt;br /&gt;went down to hollandvillage ta get props and more deco.&lt;br /&gt;partywithus is cool!&lt;br /&gt;costumes, wands, wigs, devilhorns. coolshit!&lt;br /&gt;got vampire fangs; tattoo and deco.&lt;br /&gt;rest headed to bugis street, brenda eunice &amp; i went hme.&lt;br /&gt;had expchi os the next day.&lt;br /&gt;cldnt stay on ):&lt;br /&gt;screw the os man!&lt;br /&gt;the paper was like much more diff than prelims.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was HALLOWEEN the next day (:&lt;br /&gt;met at gwen's hse to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;food was alrdy all ready when i got there.&lt;br /&gt;started painting our nails.&lt;br /&gt;pls do not allow brenda to paint your nails! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then the dressing up. oh my!&lt;br /&gt;took me ages to finally decide what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was in black!&lt;br /&gt;only me and me in RED.&lt;br /&gt;how outrageous! :D&lt;br /&gt;then the eyeliner and hairstyling.&lt;br /&gt;fish-shaped eyes, courtesy of me! (:&lt;br /&gt;ohsopretty.&lt;br /&gt;made up and alls, rushrush.&lt;br /&gt;then down to jac's house!&lt;br /&gt;BY TRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness gracious the attention!&lt;br /&gt;was pretty fun though, scaring everyone!&lt;br /&gt;mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party was just HOT man.&lt;br /&gt;everyone looked gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;all gothic and scary.&lt;br /&gt;thats what halloween's all abt!&lt;br /&gt;then all the scandalous photos with my husband and mistress.&lt;br /&gt;photos with the halloween family or the benbens!&lt;br /&gt;more and MORE photos.&lt;br /&gt;more posing too!&lt;br /&gt;savie's prankcall to delle was HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;everyone just crowded round like paparazzi.&lt;br /&gt;the food was great, POTATO SALAD.&lt;br /&gt;loved it till they told me how they made it.&lt;br /&gt;trick-or-treating was wayy cool!&lt;br /&gt;ill never forget that cute greenspikeyhair, silvertie guy on the skateboard! :)&lt;br /&gt;and those jap children.&lt;br /&gt;and all the thousand and one candies!&lt;br /&gt;and savie goin crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and me getting high on the road.&lt;br /&gt;oh pure joy!&lt;br /&gt;im never gon miss any halloween party :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepover @ gwen's was simply an icing on top!&lt;br /&gt;gwen spotted an orion!&lt;br /&gt;three stars in a row, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;played with lightsticks in the dark. beauuutifull!&lt;br /&gt;snuggled up in bed, just talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;scandals and more scandals.&lt;br /&gt;poured out secrets.&lt;br /&gt;had vodka and booz! MMM.&lt;br /&gt;jea and thoma cld actually pass off, wayy cool!&lt;br /&gt;ah, i love sleepovers! (:&lt;br /&gt;more of it pls. im waitingg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to catch the sunrise the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;overslept! HA, whats new.&lt;br /&gt;watched russellpeters. oh that funny guy!&lt;br /&gt;!XOBILE with a click!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;had brunch at yakun in bishan.&lt;br /&gt;took a gazillion yrs to decide on that!&lt;br /&gt;then it was longjohns for more talks (:&lt;br /&gt;i finally learnt howta play mahjong. PONG!&lt;br /&gt;its fun man, real fun.&lt;br /&gt;felt sick though, cldnt show my enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;watched miss usa, simply gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;and finally, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im simply lovin 3/7 more and more!&lt;br /&gt;just 23 days to the class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 of dance camp.&lt;br /&gt;contemp, jazzballet, modern dance.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVE.&lt;br /&gt;wayy better than the first day.&lt;br /&gt;leadershipskills talks was really enriching.&lt;br /&gt;i must say ij dance ensemble's pretty known for our hiphop! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afterexams have been great.&lt;br /&gt;pickle ball practices&lt;br /&gt;sleepover at izza's&lt;br /&gt;cooking and more cooking&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL FUN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, ive just been stuck at home for the whole of this wk.&lt;br /&gt;cos im sick. fevers and ulcers suck!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get well ):&lt;br /&gt;im goin crazy staying at hme!&lt;br /&gt;i miss nehnehmyboodaddyscandalloverizzacelestethreesmalleys!&lt;br /&gt;RAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-113110946835182933?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/113110946835182933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=113110946835182933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113110946835182933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/113110946835182933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-d-sunday-went-down-all-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112981920847611481</id><published>2005-10-20T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:44:00.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day one of dance camp.&lt;br /&gt;entered the studio, it was silence.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was in like pairs and pairs.&lt;br /&gt;stone. damn dead, really!&lt;br /&gt;got to know the KC dancers.&lt;br /&gt;so at least we had company (:&lt;br /&gt;beats dancing in twos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classical ballet first&lt;br /&gt;ms cheang mei sing, the instructor, knew khym.&lt;br /&gt;so she kept calling khym up to show examples.&lt;br /&gt;and i got dragged along, HA.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, classical ballet tones every inch of ya body.&lt;br /&gt;my abs, thighs, arms, everywhere's aching now!&lt;br /&gt;its good though, gives you the dancers' posture and etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear ill never take up classical chinese dance!&lt;br /&gt;its just, not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;me, khym, xinni and jac were like totally bored.&lt;br /&gt;went crazy with the scarfs and all that&lt;br /&gt;esp during self-choreography.&lt;br /&gt;the instructor was pretty pissed.&lt;br /&gt;but ahwells, we're here to have fun mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with them after that.&lt;br /&gt;good bonding session i must say :D&lt;br /&gt;day two's gon be so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;jazz ballet and contemp, exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my results from eunice.&lt;br /&gt;thanks hottie (:&lt;br /&gt;no surprise no surprise!&lt;br /&gt;i failed chi again, like 39/110?&lt;br /&gt;ha, WOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112981920847611481?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112981920847611481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112981920847611481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112981920847611481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112981920847611481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-one-of-dance-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112964255434975327</id><published>2005-10-18T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:35:54.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the five pple came over today.&lt;br /&gt;cook cook cook.&lt;br /&gt;first it started with ice milo.&lt;br /&gt;then, lipton tea.&lt;br /&gt;got hungry, so it was mee goreng.&lt;br /&gt;like 3 packets in all?&lt;br /&gt;found campbell soup.&lt;br /&gt;so it was that and toasted bread.&lt;br /&gt;burnt two of it, plus jacinta's foot.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;no more white bread, so it was softmeal bread.&lt;br /&gt;no more soup! so it was philidelphia cream cheese.&lt;br /&gt;felt like playing with eggs.&lt;br /&gt;scrambled them and made french toast.&lt;br /&gt;OH YUMM, i love cooking with jacinta! (:&lt;br /&gt;monday's the next date.&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti bolongaise pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's starting again tmw.&lt;br /&gt;i hope ill be busy.&lt;br /&gt;so that ill have no time to even breathe,&lt;br /&gt;much less think of the uneccessary.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;i thought you said no secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112964255434975327?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112964255434975327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112964255434975327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112964255434975327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112964255434975327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/10/five-pple-came-over-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112960394344454361</id><published>2005-10-17T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:52:23.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>retreat ytd.&lt;br /&gt;it was aiight, just aiight.&lt;br /&gt;didnt invoke much feelings into me.&lt;br /&gt;didnt cry, so expected.&lt;br /&gt;but it made me think ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;and, i hate thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp when beitris came to hug me and unice,&lt;br /&gt;everything. absolutely everything.&lt;br /&gt;from sec 2/1 came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness gracious!&lt;br /&gt;but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;made me reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i realise, ive been hurting alot of pple.&lt;br /&gt;and although many pple have hurt me too.&lt;br /&gt;ive learnt not to indulge in self pity and forgive&amp;forget!&lt;br /&gt;and ive done many things which i regret now.&lt;br /&gt;ahwells, its over.&lt;br /&gt;thats what ive gotta tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the retreat was like a goodbye to my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;things are getting complicated.&lt;br /&gt;growing up, isnt an option anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112960394344454361?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112960394344454361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112960394344454361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112960394344454361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112960394344454361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/10/retreat-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112947666914126173</id><published>2005-10-16T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T08:31:09.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/sonia,%20i%20love%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONIA SRI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssst. check your mail pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112947666914126173?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112947666914126173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112947666914126173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112947666914126173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112947666914126173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-sonia-sri.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112945980847111447</id><published>2005-10-16T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:50:08.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming these few days.&lt;br /&gt;in attempt to get my golden brown tan.&lt;br /&gt;im seeing results! (:&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel healthy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugis street shopping with eunice on sat.&lt;br /&gt;hunting for beads;&lt;br /&gt;tryin on random tops;&lt;br /&gt;pissing off storeowners;&lt;br /&gt;drinking watermelon juice;&lt;br /&gt;taking pictures anywhere and everywhere;&lt;br /&gt;walkin in circles, getting lost;&lt;br /&gt;squealing at cheapo buys;&lt;br /&gt;complaining abt bein broke;&lt;br /&gt;trying ta find beach rd;&lt;br /&gt;just me and my hottie.&lt;br /&gt;what more can i ask for! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regular online sessions and phonecalls with sonia,&lt;br /&gt;simply takes everything off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;so far, yet so near.&lt;br /&gt;i can totally feel her.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THAT GIRL, my remedy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive just realised that a phonecall can mean alot.&lt;br /&gt;its like an assurance,&lt;br /&gt;that you still hold a place in that someone.&lt;br /&gt;and that someone still remembers you.&lt;br /&gt;ok, this is random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let this end now. i cant take it anymore. i cant go on seeing this. pls, a stop is what i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112945980847111447?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112945980847111447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112945980847111447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112945980847111447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112945980847111447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel-good-swimming-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112878407866429344</id><published>2005-10-08T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T08:08:22.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now lets forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love eunicebeverleynorjoizzagwenvancelestejacinta.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making my life feel so much more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting sonia who's so far yet so near.&lt;br /&gt;and beitrisalessapremanasha.&lt;br /&gt;and the JAMMERS.&lt;br /&gt;and the DANCERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i've learnt to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;memories will only be memories.&lt;br /&gt;and i WILL live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;cos its way too short to be wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112878407866429344?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112878407866429344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112878407866429344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112878407866429344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112878407866429344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-lets-forget-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112704242953090632</id><published>2005-09-18T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T04:20:29.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JAM.&lt;/span&gt; my depressant, i absolutely love. performance at khyms condo ytd. what more need i say. just plain eyeliner; our fave maybeline lipstick; hiphop costumes; posing; taking photos; chatterchatterchitchits; FUN LAUGHTER PEACE AND JOY. really. the only thing that was missing, was VK and our jamanager MAJO. ohwells, theres always the december hols performances. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be looking forward to december. but guess what, thats the last month of 2005. &lt;em&gt;how great&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i really shldnt be here. chinese prelims tmw, RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112704242953090632?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112704242953090632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112704242953090632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112704242953090632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112704242953090632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/09/jam.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112549880151457015</id><published>2005-08-31T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T07:34:37.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nor quote; dont dress hiphop, LIVE hiphop.&lt;br /&gt;i love! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reincarnation sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;dontchall agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beitris said today: if only we could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;makes me ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need sonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112549880151457015?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112549880151457015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112549880151457015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112549880151457015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112549880151457015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/08/nor-quote-dont-dress-hiphop-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112497988746547821</id><published>2005-08-25T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:24:47.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess this time youre really leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I heard your suitcase say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well as my broken heart lies bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You say true love, its suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i never wondered how much i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but now i wonder how much &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss sonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112497988746547821?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112497988746547821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112497988746547821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112497988746547821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112497988746547821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-guess-this-time-youre-really-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112446124758560733</id><published>2005-08-19T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:20:47.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All that is mine is yours thats what I said&lt;br /&gt;Treat you with love and respect in every way&lt;br /&gt;You want it i gave you, you need me I was there&lt;br /&gt;Now you treat me like if  Im not here&lt;br /&gt;I loved you I need you, dont wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;If you want somebody else please let me know&lt;br /&gt;Can't take it no more,&lt;br /&gt;I feel Im dyin inside&lt;br /&gt;Is this the price I pay for handing you my life&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not perfect but I truly cared&lt;br /&gt;So if you wake up one mornin and Im not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just rembemer I loved you, it will never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gave you everything and you threw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112446124758560733?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112446124758560733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112446124758560733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112446124758560733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112446124758560733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-that-is-mine-is-yours-thats-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12616430.post-112385672820664287</id><published>2005-08-12T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T07:25:28.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive learn to live and forget&lt;br /&gt;cos all these have become too tiring.&lt;br /&gt;STOP, it ends &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, you know what.&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely LOVE my one and only sizzling hot scandal (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today;&lt;br /&gt;lunch at long johns. cheeky prank calls, ketchupchillitatasauce&amp;crumbs, compowriting, chatterchatterchitchit. yeah, its so nice ta have the smalleys back again, the fun and laughter they bring, pure joy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day; family dinner with my aunts and uncles at home felt nice. then suddenly i felt like meeting beverley, no single reason. so i rushed down ta the esplande. total horror. the crowd was so not what i was looking forward to. plus, i didnt get to see the fireworks, but its time for me ta get over that. YES. i love the esplanade. well anywayy, meeting beverley, jacinta and nor made it all good. :D so yeahh, stayed over at beverley's. short and sweet late night talk. im just so blessed ta have friends like them (: next morning, slacked and continued our talk till ard 1 in the afternoon. everything was cancelled; dental, tanning at sentosa's, tanning at vk's. nothing. lazed around at home, stared at the sun, thought over things all the way till the day went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhuh, i guess im back ta blogging. i dont know how long itll last though, with this roller coaster ride. but for now, IM HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112385672820664287?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112385672820664287/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, so now youve got a whole network of friends.&lt;br /&gt;but too bad, youve lost two.&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;so are you happy now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12616430-112366622232579505?l=--blingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--blingg.blogspot.com/feeds/112366622232579505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12616430&amp;postID=112366622232579505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112366622232579505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12616430/posts/default/112366622232579505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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